Yeah, a little something for my fools on lockdown Getting played by these freaks, this one's for you It all started way back in 1973 The baby OG, that's me Born and raised in a rough neighborhood No money, no car, so it ain't all good Then I started balling, pushing Mary Jane The wall set for a good time called slow pain Huffing and puffing all night long The tracks of my tears, that was my song Now I'm rolling in a brown and gold El Camino From my neighborhood to the commerce casino Back to my hood, and what do I see? This fine little freak just staring at me Five foot six with some fine old thighs I stared so hard I almost crashed my ride My homies say, slow, you so crazy Could it be I'm falling in love with this lady? Could it be I'm falling in love with you, baby? Could it be I'm falling in love, ooh Could it be I'm falling in love, baby? Could it be I'm falling in love? We hit the boulevard, two rides deep White t-shirt, cat keys, my homies on the creep A Chevy Silverado, a Caddy Eldorado Ten bald heads and some 40-ounce bottles Rolling on the creep, swooping on these freaks Like the Isley brothers, making love between the sheets It's a Saturday night, and I'm feeling alright Cause me and my dogs all tight Cruising up and down, hitting switches downtown On the low down, we getting down, we getting around Pulled over on the corner, and who do I see? That same old freak, now she's calling me What's up, baby boy, what's your name? I say, what's up, cutie pie, what's your game? She said, you call it whatever you want, you got Could I be falling in love on the spot? Could it be I'm falling in love? What's up, baby? Could it be I'm falling in love? Could it be I'm falling in love? What's up, baby? Could it be I'm falling in love? All the homies call me Slowpain, Mr. Groove Cause I got that smooth song to make you move Two weeks passing, I'm chill, I'm straight Thinking about the weekend and my lady's next date I wonder why I haven't seen her standing on the corner no more Right in the hood by the liquor store Maybe she's at home, sitting all alone Talking on the phone, she doesn't have a phone So I roll to the crib to see what's up To see if I can get me a little love Pulled up in the baby blue 62 rag With a dozen roses, Jack Daniels in the bag Baby, I'm for real, Mr. Pimp For a lifetime and everything about you blows my mind You so fine, and tell me, could it be That you've fallen in love with the baby of G? Could it be I'm falling in love? What's up, baby? Could it be I'm falling in love? Could it be I'm falling in love? What's up, baby? Could it be I'm falling in love? Hey, hey, hey, hey Hey, hey, hey, hey Hey, hey, hey, hey Hey, hey, hey, hey Could it be I'm falling in love? What's up, baby? Could it be I'm falling in love? Could it be I'm falling in love? What's up, baby? Could it be I'm falling in love?