Slow down, slow down, slow down Hey baby, your hips is getting big Now you're getting thin, you don't care about your wig Now Wooly Wooly gotta pay up my sneakers Wonder where he got them cause I hid them behind my speakers The object of your affection is the T-top connection What makes it clear you love to smoke the wools The crackheads and crackmen, they come up to my door I don't smoke jumps so what they knocking for Kids love to feel all your friends gotta steal All your street time is limited to days All your crack cards, they're getting old Yeah, you'll see some comeback Damn, Mrs. Shane, you're the mighty queen of vowels 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, for me you won't rob Cause I'll smack you with a hose filled with sand Now give that to the crackman You was fly once, now you're losing all your fronts Started off light, only trippin' wooly blunts But now you get a stripe, graduated to the pipe Took a long pour, pipe Yeah, head crack, head crack You smoked up that stack and the minute you was back Hey yo, wasn't that your girl? Yeah, I had to drop her cause she caught on the plastic and I just couldn't stop her Slow down, slow, slow down Slow down, slow, slow down Slow down, slow, slow down I knew this girl ain't chopper canner She's always juicing, producing cash from her sexual taz She loves men that trick like Halloween and treat You ain't paid then your grade is incomplete You gotta flash dollars to prove her And when you do, she sucks it up like a Hoover Taking all your papes like inhalation of vape Her nasal passage is filled with money and it's massive It's what I am, it's what I am Well, what you are is a stuntman, 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 good you get, going up another notch Your ways and actions are like those of a savage If the pipe's right, then anyone can rap it Even Monty Hawk 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 I'd be a spence of another man, stop it Cause you see, you're the freak show of the town And what I think you ought to do is Slow down, slow down Slow down, slow down Slow down, it's what I am Slow down, it's what I am Slow down, slow down As the Jews jingle from the hot young and single Louis stunt A 40 in the blunt, that's what she really wants But she'll spin your plates and she'll use it for your plastic And if you swing the F, you better wear a prophylactic Cause things are getting drastic Slide up in the wrong one, you end up in the casket Slow down, sister, there's no need in speeding She was doing my legs before she started bleeding What makes a bitch want to act in this fashion? Pulled more stunts than my man, Axl Jackson A real gold winner, just like Bruce Jenner Lay the bitch on the bed and then you run right in her Hoover makes no mistakes She said, rock me tonight Or 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 skin The hoe is just a hoe and that's without the controversy She can make the Red Springs sing the song of mercy Come on, toots, you can take a thousand Just scrub that ass and I'll still pass Slow down You're living foul Slow down Slow down Now see, there 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 dumb dude A dumb, dumb bitch, well go ahead Slow down You're living foul Slow down Now I'd like to give a special shout To my DJ Alamo on the help out Slow down Slow down Slow, slow down Slow, slow down Slow, slow down Slow, slow down Slow, slow, slow down Slow down Slow, slow, slow down Slow, slow, slow down Slow, slow, slow down