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Slow Down Lyrics - One For All - Brand Nubian

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Hey baby your hips is getting big 

Now you're getting thin you don't care about your wig 

Now Woolie Willie got a pair of my sneakers 

I wonder where he got 'em 'cause I hid 'em behind my speakers 

The object of your affection is the tree-top connection 

Or basically you love to smoke the wools 

The crackheads attract man they come up to my door 

I don't smoke gems 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 vowels 

With a wide-eyed look and a rotten-toothed 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 out light on the tip of woolie blunts 

Now you gained a stripe, graduated to the pipe 

Took a long pull, hype 

Yeah, head crack head crack 

You smoked up that stack and admitted you was fat 

(Hey yo 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 

 

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I knew this girl named Tropicana 

She's always juicing 

Producing cash from a sexual task 

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 ace 

Her nasal passages 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 my 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 got 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 a freak show of the town 

Know what I think you ought to do is 

 

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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 bleeding 

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 sake)" 

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 hoe is just hoe and that's without no controversy 

She can make the bedsprings sing a song of mercy 

Come on toots you can take a thousand douche 

Scrub that ass and I'll still pass 

(Slow down) 

You're living foul 

(Slow down) 

(Slow down) 

Now see it ain't no reason for you to be out here skeezin' 

'Cause it's not the season 

So if you want to live foul and be a dumb diddy dumb dumb bitch 

Well go ahead 

You're living foul 

 

And I'd like to give a special shout to my DJ Alamo on the help out 

Right by my side 

 

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