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Slow Ya Roll (feat. O'Dell)
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Slow Ya Roll (feat. O'Dell) was released on July 21, 1998 by Cam Fam / Rapbay / Urbanlife Distribution as a part of the album Shell Shocked
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Release DateJuly 21, 1998
LabelCam Fam / Rapbay / Urbanlife Distribution
LanguageEnglish
Melodicness
Acousticness
Valence
Danceability
Energy
BPM89

Music Video

Music Video

Credits

PERFORMING ARTISTS
Mac
Mac
Performer
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Mckinley Phipps Jr.
Mckinley Phipps Jr.
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
DJ 5150
DJ 5150
Producer
DJ Hektik
DJ Hektik
Producer

Lyrics

[Intro]
Send this off to my **** Mike King and all them 22nd gangsters in Columbus, Ohio
From an OG to a BG
Slow your roll, ****
Shell Shocked
Check it
[Verse 1]
Fifteen with the triple beam, workin' the streets
Lil' **** got a ride, now he bumpin' the beats
It's all good (It's all good), he pass by makin' it known
Hot boy, yeah, we see you with the chip phones
He talkin' to them young bitches who used to be afraid
He shootin' that shit 'cause he gettin' paid (I like that)
When I was his age, I had them same kinda ways
In a rush to get paid, keep a fresh pair of J's
On a **** feet, and it was something to ball
Go to school, tell them ****, "I ain't fuckin' with y'all"
I'm headed to the grind with a pocket full of dimes
I hope he got that 9 and he got it on his mind
'Cause them haters won't like that, would you pass
If them **** were buckin' at your lil' mannish ass?
Watch your back, lil' ****, the game is cold
And most of us don't make it old, slow your roll
[Chorus]
Keep that iron, young man, what **** used to say
You better slow your roll, what mama used to say
Keep that iron, young man, what **** used to say
You better slow your roll, what mama used to say
[Verse 2]
Sixteen with a bullet to his hip bone, he was slippin'
They shot him right in front of moms, wasn't even trippin'
He healed up, let his anger build up
Now he ready for war, he five deep in the black car
And all them **** got murder on they mind
Your boy got that AK, you got the TEC-9 (I got the TEC, you heard me?)
From the passenger seat, he spot whoadie (Who is whoadie?)
That's the **** pulled the trigger when he stole me
"Take that, motherfucker"
That's what he yell as the semiautomatic went bucka-bucka
And all you **** gotta die
Is that the killer in his eyes or was it just a disguise?
'Cause I remember he was a lil' timid ****
Lil' skinny ****, now he pullin' triggers
And who are you to take these laws in your own hand?
Look, daddy told me like a grown man, woah, slow your roll
[Chorus]
Keep that iron, young man, what **** used to say
You better slow your roll, what mama used to say
Keep that iron, young man, what **** used to say
You better slow your roll, what mama used to say
[Verse 3]
Seventeen with a life sentence
He in a cell with the cousin of the **** he killed, now tell me how it feel
To look deep in his eyes and see your whole life
Ain't got a gun, gotta twerk it with a shank knife
And he was five times bigger
It wouldn't mean shit to the trigger, but you can't get to it quicker
I seen the look in his eye when the blade penetrated
He bled like he menstruated
And I can't sleep knowin' how I kicked the game to him
Gave a name to him on the block, now he caught in the pine box
Is there a heaven for a killer?
Forgiveness for a lil' **** who praised nothin' but skrilla
All he wanted was the finer things
Laid in his casket with a Rolex and the diamond rings
Dear God, have mercy on his young soul
See he was told most of us don't make it old
Slow your roll
[Chorus]
Keep that iron, young man, what **** used to say
You better slow your roll, what mama used to say
Keep that iron, young man, what **** used to say
You better slow your roll, what mama used to say
[Outro]
Slow your roll, oh
Written by: Mckinley Phipps Jr., O'Dell
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