[Intro: female voice & Pete Rock]
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(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!)