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Slow Down
Brand Nubian Lyrics


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Slow down
Slow down
Slow down

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-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 off light, only tipping woolie blunts
But now you get 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

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

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 gotta 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 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 the freak show of the town
Know what I think you ought to do is

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

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 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 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 skeezin'
'Cause it's not the season
So if you wanna live foul and be a dumm-diddly-dum-dum bitch
Well, go ahead

Slow- slow down (what I am is what I am)
You're living foul
Slow down (what I am is what I am)
Slow- slow down (what I am is what I am)

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

Overall Meaning

The song "Slow Down" by Brand Nubian is a social commentary on drug abuse, prostitution, and the fast-paced lifestyle in urban areas. The first verse describes a woman who has gone from having a voluptuous figure to becoming thin due to drug addiction, with men taking advantage of her in exchange for drugs. The second verse is about a woman named Tropicana who uses sex to get money from men, showing the desperation and degradation that can result from poverty and a lack of opportunities. The chorus emphasizes the need to slow down and take a closer look at one's actions and their consequences.


The lyrics in "Slow Down" shed light on the impact of drug abuse and prostitution in urban areas. The mention of the crackheads and crack men coming to the singer's door, and the woman selling her body for money, illustrate the harsh reality of life for many people who struggle with addiction or poverty. The use of metaphors, such as the woman's nasal passages being filled with money and Tropicana "taking all your papes like inhalation of vapes," adds an extra layer of depth to the lyrics.


Line by Line Meaning

Slow down
The singer is telling someone to slow down their actions.


Slow down
The singer repeats the first line to emphasize the message.


Hey, baby, your hips was getting big
The singer is addressing someone and commenting on their physical appearance.


Now you're getting thin, you don't care about your wig
The person being addressed has lost weight and the artist is suggesting they don't care about their fake hair anymore.


Now Woolie Willie got a pair of my sneakers Wonder where he got 'em, 'cause I hid 'em behind my speakers
The artist is complaining that Woolie Willie stole their sneakers and is wondering how he found them since they were hidden behind the artists.


The object of your affection is the treetop connection Where basically you love to smoke your wools
The person being addressed is addicted to smoking a certain drug and their love for it is the main focus of their life.


The crackheads and crack men they come up to my door I don't smoke jums, so what they knocking for?
The singer is annoyed that drug users keep bothering them when they don't even smoke drugs themselves.


Kids love to feel on you, feds got a seal on you Street time is limited to days
The person being addressed is involved in illegal activities and is being watched by the police.


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-toothed smile
The person being addressed is a drug dealer and is being mocked for their failing business. They are also described as having bad teeth and eyes.


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
The person being addressed used to be confident and now they are stumbling from place to place without any direction.


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
The singer is telling the person being addressed to get a job and that they would physically punish them if they try to steal from them. They also tell them to give any stolen items to the drug dealer.


You was fly once, now you're losing all your fronts Started off light, only tipping woolie blunts But now you get a stripe, graduated to the pipe Took a long pull, hype Yeah, head crack, head crack
The person being addressed used to be cool but is now losing their coolness as they have started using harder drugs and their addiction has taken over their life.


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
The singer is telling a story about someone who was addicted to drugs and burned through all their money on a drug binge. The person was someone else's girlfriend but they had to break up with her because she was so addicted to the drugs.


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
The singer is talking about a prostitute who always has sex with men for money. She only likes men who are willing to pay and have enough money to do so.


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 vapes Her nasal passages is filled with money, and it's massive
The prostitute will only have sex with men who can prove they have enough money. When they do have enough money, she takes it all as if she were inhaling money like a vacuum cleaner.


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
The artist is telling the prostitute that they are not unique and are just a sick person out to use people for money.


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
The artist is criticizing the prostitute for selling herself out for material possessions and using savage methods to entice men. They also find it scary that the prostitute is someone's daughter, implying that their parents would be disappointed.


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 Slow d- slow down
The singer tells the prostitute to stop trying to take advantage of men and suggests that they slow down their actions.


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
The singer is talking about a different woman who is also interested in materialistic things like jewelry. They warn that she will use you for your money and it could end badly if you come into close contact with her.


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
The artist addresses a woman and tells her she doesn't have to rush. They also suggest that she was sexually active before she even started menstruating which is why she is so promiscuous.The artist wonders what made this woman become a prostitute and mentions that she is very active sexually.


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
The artist is talking about having sex with a prostitute and is comparing them to Olympic athlete Bruce Jenner. The artist brags that they don't make mistakes and recalls the prostitute asking them to have sex with her for old time's sake. They then tell the prostitute to slow down.


Honey got a problem with the bends Meaning she likes to bend over and then she spreads the skins The ho is just 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)
The artist describes the prostitute and says that she likes to have anal sex. They insist that she is just a prostitute and that there is nothing controversial about her. They joke that even if she cleans herself up they still won't have sex with her. They end by telling her to slow down.


You're living foul (slow down, slow d- slow down)
The singer is telling the prostitutes to slow down and that their lifestyle is foul.


Now see it ain't no reason for you to be out here skeezin' 'Cause it's not the season So if you wanna live foul and be a dumm-diddly-dum-dum bitch Well, go ahead
The artist is telling the prostitute that there is no good reason for her to continue doing what she's doing and that she should stop. If she wants to continue, however, the artist isn't going to stop her.


Now I'd like to give a special shout to my DJ Alamo on the help out Now my light's out Slow- sl- slow down
The singer thanks their DJ for their help before ending the song. They end by repeating the chorus to make one final call for the prostitutes to slow down.




Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group
Written by: Edie Arlisa Brickell, Kenneth Neil Withrow, Maxwell Dixon, Jamar Dechalus, Derek Murphy, John Bradley Houser, Brandon Aly, John Walter Bush

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