Youngbloodz - Thangs Movin' Slow Lyrics
Yeah, attic crew, attic crew and cooley c my niggaYeah, yeah, my nigga, its attic crew and cooley c my niggaYeah, youngbloodz, youngbloodz and cooley c my niggaUm, mark twayneNow its time to let yall nigga know about meOh I can get mo money, mo money, dont come to meAnd everything I say that be on the blowRap for the love of money, stack it up once moGoing once, going twice, got the o for the lowGot my cheese in the soil, tryin to make my flow growHell no, never fall offSlip pimpin, you can get it hard or get it softAll day, round the clock tryin to get it inI aint worried bout the rich, cause Im in the windAll I got is my folks, lord forgive me for my sinsAnd if this aint for me, please make me thank againGotta get my shit right, tight like these gurls drawsLet me recognize the game, and all the flawsWhile Im out here, please let me come upAnd watch my every step so I dont have to duckNever wanted this, damn how a nigga stuck?Hit me on the hill nigga, Im a sack it upRabbit on my head all day for good luckOn the hustle everyday, but who really gives a *****HookSo what you got, when you aint got nothing to showThangs movin slow, cant get your hands on no blowAint got no flow, naw, need some quick cashIf hustlin is the answer nigga, get up off your assI walk about the crib, with my mind on the doughBeen hustlin these verses, aint got a damn thang to showI keep my head up, because I feel its bout to popDone heard about a deal going down at the dockCritics say it dont stop, til you get it and its goneIts all about the fett, set it off, get it crunkYou catch me on the corner, Ill be buddy with the sacksOff in the studio it be twayne with the tracksFire, fire, like that dope gettin smoked everydayGot a call from my source, he on the way with the llell (yeah)Coming in from overseas, bout 82 kisNot a word to be said, everybody hit your knees, lets leaveGet the cheese, make away with the blowSlip in the door, right before we do the showMr. dope man, your looking kinda sickThangs movin slow now that you aint got shitHookSo what you got now, you out of luckSellin your soul to the devil, just to make a quicker buckBut for what, you took a chance, recieving half of some blowAnd pushing them quarter kis underground to keep the flowIts toe to toe, we can take it to the deepest of the seasAnd anybody else who wanna bite, then try a pieceOf these youngbloodz, bustin 30 slugs, so just perhapsYou crawlin out of a shellFinding ways up out these trapsLike craps, you out to gamble, losing everything you ownAnd still like to pretend as if this game gonna keep em knownAnd do know, you in a ball of burning hellSo might as well take a ride on the weed into the a-t-lAnd niggas swear we outdone and out-gunnedSo whats the first attempt when they got you on the runWith fun, they shootin tons of shots, so whose to blameNobody but yourself as you hold inside the painHook
