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I Roll Slow (Lil Cuete)

[Chorus x2] I roll slow through my city and Norwalk be the spot Where Lil Cuete kicks it, drinking, smoking pot Strolling through the One-Ways, the fun ways where I stay And if you got some pleto homeboy bring it my way [Verse 1] I'm nothing but the real thing and to me you ain't nothing So step up to me ese so I can show you something You know I'm always packing; I'm everything you're lacking And somebody like you, can't handle someone like me I'm never taken lightly And if you think I'm bluffing come and try me And you'll see I'm just like my click I'm getting crazy, amazing to be this fucking sick A lot of down ass vatos but your the one I picked To me you're just a bitch, a stupid ass lame Not even from a gang, just trying to claim the fame I'll tell you one more time, its Norwalk what I bang We're all sick in the mente, crazy insane [Chorus] [Verse 2] I'm downing fools that shit talk I represent the sick box I'm wrapping fools in zip blocks He had nothing but sick thoughts Money filled in big pots We're never using eye drops Never will our high stop Never will our high stop Bitches late at night tripping off the cloud of pipes Starting a gun-fight with another rival Shooting 'em down with a rifle The number One Gun is me Remember when you change the Q in to C But fuck the C I'll cross it out Right before I take you out I'm taking a trip to the beach And I'm throwing him off the at pier Fear when I'm near, no one will hear When I'm throwing him under Fool, it's the one whenever you think that I'm leaving I'm leaving you bleeding The Demon deceive 'em whenever I'm coming ahead Shooting them all until their dead, until their dead [Chorus x2] Yeah...Little Peter Cuete If anybody got offended by this motherfucking album I just got one thing to say to you.. FUCK YOU!! Huh... little gun and I'm out