Texty:
Third Day Slow Down

to slow down, If you know that I'm going too fast for my own good. Tell me to slow down, If the way is leading to a dead end. Tell me to slow down, Turn

me to slow down, If you know that I'm going too fast for my own good. Tell me to slow down, If the way is leading to a dead end. Tell me to slow down,

I woke up one day in Vacaville Round the corner from the pen Fat house on the hill All the homies in the pen straigt locked down But I gotta get dressed

you, until the break of day! Yeah, uhh - uhh yeah, rapps on deck [Chorus] When I rock the beat it sounds so incredible When I put it down it's so unforgettable

down from all angles Trapped inside this devil's triangle like Bo I had the Jangles And movin' slow to slide up on these Mexicans One cross eyed and hunchbacked, the other must be mixed with black The third

hound locked permanent frown Xzibit get down By liftin' iron by the pound for the tough individual Runnin' run his mouth throw some hands with the General Walk one day

mothafuckers giving me the third degree Look at the waiting room It's filled to the rim like the county jail day room Nobody gettin' help Since we poor, the hospital move slow

I wanna walk down Third Street slow, drive up and down the coast Watching the sunset hang while God puts on His show I want a life outside my own, a stranger

my homeboy "Yo, put that crack out" You know you light up when the lights go down And then you read the New York Post, Fulton St. downtown Same faces every day