Good rockin' daddy I'm a good rockin' daddy Yeah well I'm a good rockin' daddy Up on my feet I can't be beat Well you can really go go go Jumpin' fast or rockin' slow I will see ya when the band gone blow Now hold it, don't move it now boogie some more I

I know you know how All this time I spent slowing it down Now you wanna go fast, now I go fast Girl you best know how to fuck baby And to make love, the way you look Girl you best know how to fuck And to make love, girl, the way that you look The way

So forgive me if we go slow but there's something I think you should know From the first hello you gave to me I've done nothing else but smile And I know you're in a hurry, but it's gonna take a while So forgive me if we go slow, but there's something I

Whiskey in your glass, here's to turning up, Slowing down and cars that go real fast, We were laughing and living, drinking and wishing, And thinking as that checkered flag was waving, Sure would like to stay in Talladega (Talladega) It was the summer

You better slow down When I was a young boy Well they tried to tell me That I was movin' Movin' way too fast And I knew everything About everything But I really didn't wanna listen To a bunch of old folks talkin' trash

We were getting high Where were you while we were getting high? Someday you will find me Caught beneath the landslide How many special people change? How many lives are living strange? Slowly walking down the hall Faster than a cannonball In a champagne

Bad boy boogie On the day I was born the rain fell down There was trouble brewing in my home town It was the seventh day, I was the seventh son And it scared the hell out of everyone They said stop, I said go They said fast, I said slow They said yes, I

Tell me to slow down if I'm goin' fast, girl I know you want me to sweat you I might undress you and run you a bath, girl 'Cause you've been a bad girl Girl, I still fuck with you even though you've been a bad girl You've been a bad girl I wanna teach

Give it up fast, quick and not slow Not goin' to the tables if it's not about dough Son you know Mobb Deep is runnin' this shit QBC, nigga grab your click Got out the airport the Mobb pick me up in the truck Jury junkie like fuck I ain't scared to get

Time was running fast (Hmmm) While we were walking so slow (Hmmm) As I watched us grow and grow (Hmmm) We carried our love in cups to go (Grew so tall our heads hit ceilings) Trouble seemed so small (Outgrew all the doors and walls) We never needed any