Slow Down (Pete Rock’s Newromix Mix)

Lyrics

[Intro: female voice & Pete Rock] (Slow down) (Slow down) Pete Rock, pull it up, selecta... (Slow down) Give dem yo version no – seen? [Verse 1: Sadat X, (Pete Rock)] 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 (Uh!) Wonder where he got 'em, 'cause I hid 'em behind my speakers (Ahh sh...) The object of your affection is the T-Top connection What makes it clear, you love to smoke the wools (Here we go!) The crackheads and crack men, they come up to my door I don't smoke jums – so, what they knocking for? (Yeah!) Kids love to feel on you,  Feds got a seal on you,nbsp; 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 (X!) Bitch, get a job – from me, you won't rob 'Cause I'll smack you with a hose filled with sand (Yeah!) Now give that to the crack man (Uh!) You was fly once, now you're losing all your fronts (Fronts?) Started off light, only tipping woolie blunts But now you get a stripe, graduated to the pipe Took a long pull... (Yeah...) 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: female voice, (Pete Rock), Edie Brickell sample] Slow down (C'mon!) Slow— Slow down (Yeah!) S— S— Slow down "What I am..." (Uh-huh...) "...is what I am..." Slow down "What I am is what I am...!" (Ahh yeah...) Slow down "What I am is what I am...!" (Rock wit' ya...) [Verse 2: Lord Jamar, (Pete Rock) & Edie Brickell sample] I knew this girl named Tropicana, she's always juicing (Yeahhh) Producing cash from her sexual tasks (Uh-huh) She loves men that trick like Halloween and treat You ain't paid, then your grade is incomplete (Ahhh sh...) You've got to flash dollars, to prove her And when you do, she sucks it up like a Hoover (Yeah) Taking all your papes like inhalation of vapes Her nasal passage is filled with money, and it's massive (Uh-huh) "What I am is what I am!" Well... what you are is a stunt, man You're on a hunt (Hunt), and your plan Is to take all you can from a man and scram (Scram) I've seen your kind before, you're not original (Uh!) Just a sick, mixed-up individual (Yeahh) Giving up the crotch for a fresh gold watch Marking off the goods you get, going up another notch (Uh-huh) Your ways and actions are like those of a savage If the price is right, then anyone could ravage Even Monty Hall can have himself a ball if his assets are in order (Owww!) 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! (Uh-huh...) 'Cause you see, you're the freak show of the town Know what I think you ought to do? Is... [Chorus: female voice, (Pete Rock), Edie Brickell sample] Slow down (Uh-huh... there it go!) Slow down (Slow down) Slow dow— S— Slow down (Slow down!) "What I am is what I am...!" Slow down (Slow down!) What I am is what I am...! (Ahh yeah...) Slow down (Ahhh!) "What I am is what I am...!" Slow— Slow down (C'mon!) "What I am is what I am...!" Slow down "What I am is what I am...!" (Slow it down...) [Verse 3: Grand Puba, (Pete Rock) & female voice] 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 (Yeah) 'Cause things are getting drastic Slide up in the wrong one, ya end up in the casket (Ooh...) 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? (Heh!) Pulled more stunts than my man Action Jackson (Yeah) A real gold winner just like Bruce Jenner Lay the bitch on the bed and then you run right in her (Ah sh...) Puba makes no mistakes! She said, "Rock me tonight... for old time's sakes" (Uhh-huhh) Picture that! (Yeah...) (Slow down) Ya little hooker Honey got a problem with the bends (The bends!) Meaning, she likes to bend over, and then she spreads the skins The ho is just a ho, and that's without no controversy She can make the bedsprings sing a song of mercy (Ahch!) Come on, toots, you can take a thousand douches Scrub that ass and I'll still pass (Slow down) You're living foul (Yeah...) (Slow down, slow d—) (Ahh yeah...) (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: female voice, (Edie Brickell sample), & 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 & (Pete Rock)] Now I'd like to give a special shout to my DJ Alamo on the help-out And now my light's out (Check it out!) [Refrain: female voice, (Pete Rock) & Edie Brickell voice] Slow down Slow— Slow down Slow— Slow down Slow— Slow down Slow— Slow down Slow— Sl— Slow down (Ahh, yeah...) Slow down (Uh huh...) Slow— Sl— Slow down (Slow it down...) Slow down (Uh huh...) (Uh-huh... funk...) (Funky! Brand Nubian... Brand Nubians... uh huh... ah sh.....) (Hit me!) "What I am is what I am...!" (Uh-huh... yeah...) "What I am is what I am...!" (The funk... is gonna hit ya... in '91 – peace!)