Slow Down
Clyde Carson Lyrics
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Slow down, you know you can't catch me
I move too fast on the gas, don't chase me
Slow down, slow down
I tell em
Slow down, you know you can't catch me
I move too fast on the gas, don't chase me
Slow down, slow down
(I tell 'em)
Ay, I'm on the case gettin' sideways
Dolla fo' five on the highway
You know a nigga state to state
On a dolo mission I got a date with the cake
Wide awoke, 3 A.M
Prolly touch down when the sun come in
Ay, when them guards hit the gate I be tired as fuck after that 8-hour race
I come from the land where we swing our cars
Figure 8 Benz concrete leave marks
Call it paid, super-charged
Back to back race the Benz with the four door Porsche
I'm tearin' up tires in this luxury
Hella smoke says she wanna fuck with me
Money on my mind ain't nothin' for free
Tryna keep up with me but it's nothin' to me
I tell em
Slow down, you know you can't catch me
I move too fast on the gas, don't chase me
Slow down, slow down
(I tell 'em)
Slow down, you know you can't catch me
Hype without fugitive, Snipes Wesley
Fuzz get on me tried to test me arrest me
Wet than a motha fucka whip like a jet ski
Ride like Presley, pills like Graceland
They wanna shit me the ready and off to reception
Nah, ain't tryna see the state pen
I'm black-scaled out in my Ray-Bans
Diamond-certified, I ain't neva lied
Ain't had L's since Pac died
Ridin' through the biters, couple bundles talkin' bout sliders
Run from the labours, mind's still swift
FedEx movement all on the bitch
Audi with the stash box, Cazzy too swift
No frontin' push a button give a nigga that, gift
I tell em
Slow down, you know you can't catch me
I move too fast on the gas, don't chase me
Slow down, slow down
I'm Jeff Gordon in his heyday
Ridin' like Tony Stewart smashin' through a two-way
Doin' bout a hundred kinda burnin' up the Louie
Louie, Louie 13th motha fucka yeah Louie
D.U.I. drivin black henny on my lap
Pedal to the flo' with a 808 clap
Money motivated doin' sprints when I'm chasin'
And it gotta be a hemi I don't normally do the basic
Six-cylinder, r-really bruh? Slow it down, keep up
And I'm killin' ya, hope I'm not offendin' ya
See you at the finish line, leavin' em
Burn rubba, bu-burn rubba
This is how we do it when I'm dippin' on a corna
Burn rubba, bu-burn rubba
This is how we do it in Northern California
In Clyde Carson's "Slow Down," the chorus emphasizes that the singer is moving too fast to be caught, so everyone around him should slow down. The verses describe the singer's fast-paced lifestyle, which is characterized by driving fast cars, needing illegal substances, and having a singular focus on money. The singer is not only on the move constantly state-to-state, but they're practically competing with everyone around them. At one point, they name drop Jeff Gordon and Tony Stewart, comparing the way they drive to the singer's own daring driving style.
Overall, "Slow Down" is a fast-paced, upbeat song that glorifies a life on the run, fast cars, and the thrill of the chase. The singer wants people around him to slow down while he speeds up, but ultimately, the song's message is that everyone should enjoy the thrill of a fast-paced lifestyle.
Line by Line Meaning
I tell em
I'm telling everyone listening
Slow down, you know you can't catch me
Stop trying to keep up with me, you can't keep pace
I move too fast on the gas, don't chase me
I'm driving too fast for you to follow, don't try to catch me
Slow down, slow down
Keep reminding everyone to slow down and take it easy
Ay, I'm on the case gettin' sideways
I'm driving recklessly, swerving all over the road
Dolla fo' five on the highway
I'm driving fast and not worried about the speeding ticket
You know a nigga state to state
I'm traveling all around the country
On a dolo mission I got a date with the cake
I'm on my own, trying to make money
Wide awoke, 3 A.M
I'm awake and alert, even at 3 in the morning
Prolly touch down when the sun come in
I'll probably arrive at my destination when the sun comes up
Ay, when them guards hit the gate I be tired as fuck after that 8-hour race
After driving for 8 hours, I'll be exhausted when I reach my destination
I come from the land where we swing our cars
I come from a place where we do flashy car tricks
Figure 8 Benz concrete leave marks
I'm doing figure 8s in my Benz and leaving tire marks on the road
Call it paid, super-charged
I'm successful and have a souped-up car
Back to back race the Benz with the four door Porsche
I'm racing my Benz against a four-door Porsche
I'm tearin' up tires in this luxury
I'm ruining my expensive tires doing car tricks
Hella smoke says she wanna fuck with me
Lots of smoke is filling the air, and someone wants to have sex with me
Money on my mind ain't nothin' for free
I'm focused on making money and nothing comes for free
Tryna keep up with me but it's nothin' to me
Others are trying to match my speed, but it's easy for me
Slow down, you know you can't catch me
I'm telling everyone again to stop trying to keep up with me
Hype without fugitive, Snipes Wesley
I'm famous and well-known, like famous movie characters Wesley Snipes played
Fuzz get on me tried to test me arrest me
The cops are after me and trying to arrest me
Wet than a motha fucka whip like a jet ski
My car is wet from speeding through puddles and corners like a Jet Ski
Ride like Presley, pills like Graceland
I'm driving like Elvis Presley and taking drugs like how they did at Graceland
They wanna shit me the ready and off to reception
The cops want to arrest me and send me to jail
Nah, ain't tryna see the state pen
No thanks, I don't want to go to prison
I'm black-scaled out in my Ray-Bans
I'm wearing my black Ray-Ban sunglasses for my cool look and protection from the sun
Diamond-certified, I ain't neva lied
I'm trustworthy and not a liar, a true diamond
Ain't had L's since Pac died
I haven't lost a race since Tupac died
Ridin' through the biters, couple bundles talkin' 'bout sliders
I'm driving around the town full of haters and talking about my cool cars
Run from the labours, mind's still swift
I'm avoiding problems and my mind is quick thinking
FedEx movement all on the bitch
I'm moving fast like FedEx and showing off my fancy car
Audi with the stash box, Cazzy too swift
I have an Audi with a hidden compartment and I'm good at driving it
No frontin' push a button give a nigga that, gift
I'm not lying, press a button to see what I can do with my car
I'm Jeff Gordon in his heyday
I'm driving like Jeff Gordon did in his prime
Ridin' like Tony Stewart smashin' through a two-way
I'm driving like Tony Stewart, cutting through lanes aggressively
Doin' bout a hundred kinda burnin' up the Louie
I'm driving around 100mph and burning up expensive Louis Vuitton items
Louie, Louie 13th motha fucka yeah Louie
Louie 13th is an expensive liquor brand, and I'm talking about enjoying it
D.U.I. drivin' black henny on my lap
I'm driving under the influence with a bottle of Hennessy on my lap
Pedal to the flo' with a 808 clap
My music is blasting with strong bass and I'm pushing the gas pedal to the floor
Money motivated doin' sprints when I'm chasin'
I'm motivated by making money and driving fast when I'm pursuing it
And it gotta be a hemi I don't normally do the basic
I prefer Hemis in my cars and don't settle for the basic model
Six-cylinder, r-really bruh? Slow it down, keep up
Having just six cylinders is not impressive, try to keep up with me
And I'm killin' ya, hope I'm not offendin' ya
I'm ahead of you by a lot, I hope I'm not upsetting you
See you at the finish line, leavin' em
I'll see you at the end of the race, leaving you in my dust
Burn rubba, bu-burn rubba
The tires are burning rubber because of how fast and aggressive I'm driving
This is how we do it when I'm dippin' on a corna
This is how I do it when I'm driving down a street corner
This is how we do it in Northern California
This is how I drive in the Northern California area
Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group, Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC
Written by: DONALD DEGRATE, DONALD EARLE DE GRATE, RAYMOND E JONES, ROBERT JONES, TIM KELLEY, BOB HOPE ROBINSON, BOBBY MARCEL WILSON
Lyrics Licensed & Provided by LyricFind
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