Slow Dance - Nino Shyne

It's a slow dance Take a little time for some romance Come a little closer baby, slow dance Whisperin' the words I want to hear It's been a long night Now my head is on your shoulder and it's so right Your sweet and gentle kisses on these closin' eyes Tonight I will be dreaming of you When I saw you for the first time I never thought that this could be I never thought you'd come my way I never thought I'd hear you say "dance with me" Now it's a slow dance When I saw you for the first time I never thought that this could be I never thought you'd come my way I never thought I'd hear you say "dance with me" Now it's a slow song Seems that I've been waiting for it so long Waiting for this moment and someone like you To make all my dreams come true Someone like you, oh baby

Now tell me who want to fuck with us? Ashes to ashes, dust to dust I bang and let your fuckin' brains hang, snitches Fuck Marla Maple bitches with riches Who carry 22's, up in they hosiery A black teller when my father bust and unloaded me Think he just finished sniffin' a KI, and dippin' the D's Don't hate me, hate Nicky Barnes for hittin' my moms Letting the condom pop, nigga I was born in the drop Coke boil in the pot, shake the Feds And bust shots at them street cops Fuck yo point is? My point is double fours at your fuckin' jaws Pointed, hollow point shit Four-point-six, need I say more? Or do you get the point bitch? C'mon What type of nigga slang and bang in the streets? Bad Boyz What type of nigga stay in the Trump for weeks? Bad Boyz What type of nigga fly Bentley Coupes? Bad Boyz Aim for the sky, cop the shit then shoot Minks draggin' on the floor, bangin' on your whore Suckin' the croissant just examine it for flaws Pour the Cristal on the way to trial, RICO law Got a nigga head hurtin' squirtin' 'til they pull the curtain Let the money drip-dry, hundred dollar bills Wipe the tears from my eyes, no love Fuck y'all niggaz, hope you die a slow death As I coke-test and C. DeLores Tucker protest Can't fuck with you weak rap niggaz, witcha gay raps Runnin' 'round talkin' this and talkin' that See me in the streets, tried to give me dap Andrew Cunanan ass niggaz, my two cannons blast niggaz, ass niggaz Got me fucked up in the game, get your shirt stained Keep your five mics nigga, give me the 'caine Do the shit to clean my money dummies, gleamed the wrist out Cop the pistal, nigga, talk shit now, uh What type of nigga slang and bang in the streets? Bad Boyz What type of nigga stay in the Trump for weeks? Bad Boyz What type of nigga fly Bentley Coupes? Bad Boyz Aim for the sky, cop the shit then shoot Bling bling, it's a Bad Boy thing Bullets heat-seekin', streep sweepin', with an evil grin Watch you die, one love, one life, one Shyne Y'all niggaz ain't sayin' nothin', like a mime Every line, I live it, I write it with a pencil so niggaz die Of lead poison if they bite it, hate it but recite it It's a G thang, me and Puff in St. Bart's set it off Bitches walkin' topless with G-strings, menage' Bust shots at your crew, another charge As the Gulf Stream fly through the fog, make ya popular Pockets filled with more high notes than the opera Franklins on top of the Jacksons, my nigga Ty leave you tired Bad Boy, respect it or die, coward What type of nigga slang and bang in the streets? Bad Boyz What type of nigga stay in the Trump for weeks? Bad Boyz What type of nigga fly Bentley Coupes? Bad Boyz Aim for the sky, cop the shit then shoot What type of nigga slang and bang in the streets? Bad Boyz What type of nigga stay in the Trump for weeks? Bad Boyz What type of nigga fly Bentley Coupes? Bad Boyz Aim for the sky, cop the shit then shoot Man a Bad Boy on the corner So move from on here 'cause we are dangerous Man a Bad Boy on the corner So move from on here 'cause we are dangerous

Chop it Spin it Contraband got us all our riches Guapo Get me in my feelings Funeral, deadmen Heart beatin to the ceiling Heart beatin to the ceiling Gotta couple bucks It come wit some women They wanna see me winning Money keep em sinning Money keep em sinning Scorpio Spanish bitch call me a cabron Pressing my buttons no iPhone Thought she was slick But I see through that Like she was the camera on my phone Only thing playa bout you is them heels And that pussy or aka my home You ain't home well girl why is the lights on? Back and forth but she fuckin to my song She the girl Id leave money on tables for End up in Grady for heart on claymore I might explode now And I think she know now Tryna use me against me Like Santana cursed now Jaw on a curb now Put me on a shirt now! Chop it Spin it Contraband got us all our riches Guapo Get me in my feelings Funeral, deadmen Heart beatin to the ceiling Heart beatin to the ceiling Gotta couple bucks It come wit some women They wanna see me winning Money keep em sinning Money keep em sinning (Chop it) Exclusive dick (Chop it) That's ya jam huh? Money talk but that pussy whisper right And I can be loose wit money Because you keep it tight Live by it die by it It's the money she choosin Like a gemini baby, flip floppin abusin Does she love me or love me not? Mix signals mixed in the sloppy top Know when she fuck good pain an afterthought Feel like you're a test Am I man enough? Hate when u get too close Hate when I gotta call my hoes When you get it in ya head you can check my phone But I hate when you actin froze (froze) But I hate when you actin froze (froze) Chop it Spin it Contraband got us all our riches Guapo Get me in my feelings Funeral, deadmen Heart beatin to the ceiling Heart beatin to the ceiling Gotta couple bucks It come wit some women They wanna see me winning Money keep em sinning Money keep em sinning Chop it Spin it Contraband got us all our riches Guapo Get me in my feelings Funeral, deadmen Heart beatin to the ceiling Heart beatin to the ceiling Gotta couple bucks It come wit some women They wanna see me winning Money keep em sinning Money keep em sinning Chop it! Chop it!