Slow Down

Slow down Slow down Slow down Verse 1: Sadat X Hey, baby, your hips was getting big Now you're getting thin, you don't care about your wig Now Woolie Willie got a pair of my sneakers Wonder where he got 'em, 'cause I hid 'em behind my speakers The object of your affection is the treetop connection Where basically you love to smoke your wools The crackheads and crack men they come up to my door I don't smoke jums, so what they knocking for Kids love to feel on you, feds got a seal on you, street time is limited to days On your crack card you're getting only A's and C's for come back Damn, it's a shame you're the mighty queen of vials With a wide-eyed look and a rotten-tooth smile Used to walk with a swagger, now you simply stagger From one spot, on to the next spot, on To the next spot on to the next Bitch, get a job, from me you won't rob 'Cause I'll smack you with a hose filled with sand Now give that to the crack man You was fly once, now you're losing all your fronts Started off light, only tipping woolie blunts But now you get a a stripe, graduated to the pipe Took a long pull, hype Yeah, head crack, head crack You smoked up that stack in a minute you was back Ayo, X, wasn't that your girl Yeah, I had to drop her 'Cause she caught on the plastic and I just couldn't stop her Chorus Slow down Slow— Slow down S— S— Slow down What I am is what I am Slow down What I am is what I am Slow down Verse 2: Lord Jamar I knew this girl named Tropicana, she's always juicing Producing cash from her sexual tasks She loves men that trick like Halloween and treat You ain't paid, then your grade is incomplete You've got to flash dollars to prove her And when you do she sucks it up like a Hoover Taking all your papes like inhalation of vapes Her nasal passage is filled with money, and it's massive What I am is what I am Well, what you are is a stunt, man, you're on a hunt And your plan is to take all you can from a man and scram I've seen your kind before, you're not original Just a sick, mixed-up individual Giving up the crotch for a fresh gold watch Marking off the goods you get going up another notch Your ways and actions are like those of a savage If the price is right, then anyone can ravage Even Monty Hall can have himself a ball if his assets are in order What's really scary is you're somebody's daughter So don't come around trying to make a profit At the expense of another man, stop it 'Cause you see, you're the freak show of the town Know what I think you ought to do is Chorus Slow down Slow down Slow d— Slow down Slow down What I am is what I am Slow down What I am is what I am Slow— Slow down Slow down Verse 3: Grand Puba As the jewels jingle from the hot young and single little stunt A forty and a blunt, that's all she really wants But she'll spend your papes and she'll use up all your plastic And if you swing an ep', you'd better wear a prophylactic 'Cause things are getting drastic Slide up in the wrong one, you'll end up in a casket Slow down Sister, there's no need in speeding She was doing lays before she started bleedin' What makes a bitch want to act in this fashion Pulled more stunts than my man Action Jackson A real gold winner just like Bruce Jenner Lay the bitch on the bed and then you run right in her Puba makes no mistakes She said, Rock me tonight for old time's sakes Picture that Slow down, you little hooker Honey got a problem with the bends Meaning she likes to bend over and then she spreads the skins The ho is just a ho and that's without the controversy She can make the bedsprings sing a song of mercy Come on, toots, you can take a thousand douches Scrub that ass and I'll still pass Slow down You're living foul Slow down, slow d— slow down Now see it ain't no reason for you to be out here skeezing 'Cause it's not the season So if you want to live foul and be a dum-diddly-dum-dum bitch Well, go ahead Chorus: Grand Puba Slow— Slow down What I am is what I am, you're livin' foul Slow down What I am is what I am Slow— Slow down What I am is what I am Outro: Grand Puba Now I'd like to give a special shout to my DJ Alamo on the help out Now my light's out Slow down Slow— Slow down Slow— Slow down Slow— Slow down Slow— Slow down Slow— Sl— Slow down Slow down