Slow It Down Lyrics - Hodgy Beats

[Verse 1: Hodgy Beats] 

We come through throbbin' like thunder storms 

Make them feets get wet and funky up in they under arms 

I'm too explosive for your ears like I'm throwin' bombs 

With the exclusive on the channel, bitch I know it's on 

Niggas get mad like cheerleaders, they throw the pom-poms 

Suck a dick, eat salam gettin' they nails done in salons 

Hodgy Beats is like limp balm 

If you talk shit, I'll make you cry and tell your big moms 

I got nice hands, niggas eat out my big palms 

Haters must be starvin' nowadays I make California Vietnam 

And I'm goin' to embalm my creativity 

Into a CD-rom, so you can feel this shit up on 

[Hook:] 

Turn it up, where's the bass? 

Bring the keys, yeah 

Turn it up, where's the bass? 

Bring the keys, oh my God 

Turn it up nigga, where's the bass? 

Could you bring the keys? Yeah 

Turn it up, nigga where's the bass? 

Drop the drums 

[Verse 2:] 

Pink chinchilla, cause I'm like Thrilla 

My t-shirts are bathin', a bathin' gorilla 

You niggas all hype like you drink a cup of Splenda 

But I ate that whole plate like a fat bitch dinner 

I'm never the winner, always the loser 

I don't choose to win, but I will choose her 

Her kitty-cat fish loves his tuna 

I never use a fork I always spoon her 

Go nuts, instrumental flow much 

European model white bitch is eatin' donuts 

Fuck you faggots, I'm with a fat bitch 

Makin' shit come like I'm go-go gadget 

I'm mental, it's instrumental 

Make your future therapist ask for dental records 

And I hope this record have you stabbin' niggas with colored pencils 

[Hook]