Low Low Songtext
von Pimp C

Hey, Cool Breeze, Lil Will, Pimp C
We dirty southin′ baby
Everytime we chill
We bout to step up tonight
Condo style, believe that
Let's do it

I like it when my older sister step in
And tell you I′m down in my room
When I be ridin' with your girlfriend
These incidents will make you change your world
And say "Damn I hate hustlers"
Cause hustlers, they get them girls
We goin' out every weekend and spot


Females with big ′ol tails who like to talk a lot
And let them sit in on a real session
Like "Who y′all with? What y'all doin′?"
Then dig into some serious questions
Y'all know how it go when you get your money on
For some reason these females leave they panties on
So I have to introduce them to this butter
And let ′em know why they call me Cool Cutter

Now see I got a girl, but my girl is in her own world
And keep this on the low low
But don't you call me no ho

Cause that′s just how it go
If you don't tell she'll never know
So just swing my way I know a place
Where we can stay safe to play
And I know that it′s cool
Cause I′ve been peepin' your ass for school days
So are you ready to hit my hideaway?
But on the real, keep it on the low low
Don′t let nobody know
And on the real, we can do it tonight

Don't tell my girl and it would be all right


We can do what you wanna do
Long as we can do my do
But don′t tell my girl
Don't tell my baby, my baby
We can do what you wanna do
Long as we can do my do
But don′t tell my girl
Don't tell my baby, my baby

I'm talkin′ bout takin′ you down to a certain little spot
I got me a crib, that don't nobody know about
So come with me, and don′t be afraid of me
Oh shawty, stay with me for one more hour
And I'll show you
And I will show you my love
If you want me to

We can do what you wanna do
Long as we can do my do
But don′t tell my girl
Don't tell my baby, my baby
We can do what you wanna do
Long as we can do my do
But don′t tell my girl
Don't tell my baby, my baby

I'm gettin′ blowed on the regular
Ridin′ and talkin' dirty on my cellular
Playa I got some young girls that′ll sell you some
Uh, and if you my homeboy she gon' give you some
And it′s all for the paper but she still gon' come
You dippin′ in the cookie jar and now you sprung
Uh, I had you trippin' like you smokin' pearl
Playa my hoes don′t talk ain′t nobody gon' tell your girl
Uh, hold up

We can do what you wanna do
Long as we can do my do
But don′t tell my girl
Don't tell my baby, my baby
We can do what you wanna do
Long as we can do my do
But don′t tell my girl
Don't tell my baby, my baby