[Intro: Parrish Smith]

Yeah, uh, funk, record mode (Yeah)

Slow down, baby (Uh)

Slow down, baby (Uh)

Slow down, baby (Yeah, uh)

Slow down, baby (Yeah)

LL Cool J in the house, you know what I'm sayin'? (Slow down, baby)

EPMD in effect, snappin' necks, cashin' large checks (Slow down, baby)

All the non-believers can cold get the dick, you know what I'm sayin'? (Slow down, baby)

'Cause this the daddy mack, king of the bozack

All my friends knows that (Slow down, baby)

Mixed and mastered down to the all that (Slow down, baby)

As I kick it like this (Slow down, baby)

(Slow down, baby)

[Verse 1: Parrish Smith]

'Cause we can get rugged, tough, hard like P

Tried to play my man, but you couldn't touch me

You faggot, no comp' rapper on a quest

To get your head flown, boy, you must be loccin' sess

'Cause many often wonder is MD paid?

You're goddamn right, punk, stay outta my way

'Cause I clock G's while you clock Z's

And I don't smoke crack, I smoke MCs

So pick up a pen, cop a squat, and take note

While rappers suffer from bleedin', sprains, and slit throats

'Cause my style deadly, psychopath, schizophrenic

A rapper choke like a carburetor, freeze up and panic

'Cause I clock pesos, don't sell yayo

'Nother word for cocaine, mi amigo

That's Spanish, terminology for friend

Now sit back and ride my bozack as I send

Bass funk with beats that thump

For kickers and amps cold lined up in my trunk

My system's crankin', my headlights are blinkin'

Brothers ridin' my tip, L, and at the same time thinkin', damn

How could a brother be so nice?

'Cause I'm the capital P-E twice, M-D-E twice

I choose to squeeze, some choose to fight

I like to write, but then again some bite

And while you was bangin' on tables

I was bangin' Snow White, P

[Chorus]

Yeah, slow down, baby (Yeah)

Slow down, baby (Uh, yeah)

Slow down, baby

Uh, slow down, baby

[Verse 2: LL Cool J]

The Ripper, the master, the overlordian

Playing MCs like an old accordion

I get the inspiration from unnecessary station

Them sayin' I was vacationin'

You can't quote with your weaker throats

Tryin' to sneak a peek at how I freak the notes

Major MCs become minor B-flats

So retire the mic, get your chains and your bats

Here's your chance to advance, get in your stance

I shoot the holster off your cowboy pants

Pure entertainment, tonight's your arraignment

You're guilty, face down on the pavement

No holds barred, it's time to get scarred

You and your squad better praise the real god

The undertaker, droppin' thunder on fakers

When it comes to lyrics, I'm as freaky as Seka

So lay the mic down slow and careful

'Cause mine is fully loaded and I got another handful

A clip to slip in and start rippin'

Divin' and dippin' and givin' punks a whippin' (Aw, shit)

Just in case you wanna go a few rounds or so

I'm down so that you clowns'll know

Me gettin' burnt or hurt won't be tolerated

I got rhymes up the, huh, forget it, I'm constipated, L

[Chorus]

Slow down, baby (Uh, yeah)

Slow down, baby (Yeah)

Slow down, baby

E Double in the house (Yeah)

[Verse 3: Erick Sermon]

When I come around, homeboy, watch your nuggets

A master on the beatdown, my style's rugged

When I attack the microphone, close the zone

Rap sees danger, can't roam

Security's packed in, wall-to-wall, can't fall

My rap tank is full, so I can't stall

My microphone is filled with premium

Any wack MC that flexes, I'm creamin' him

Not with lotion, bust the motion

Flotation when I rock on the mic, I'm like coastin'

I'm unique, fatigued

At my peak, you still seek

A style, 'cause yours extra weak

New method to rip the stage at my age

And get loose and kick like Bruce in a rage

I'm on a rampage

[Chorus]

Slow down, baby

Slow down, baby

Slow down, baby

Slow down, baby

[Outro]

Slow down, baby

Slow down, baby

Slow down, baby

Slow down, baby

Slow down, baby

Slow down, baby

Slow down, baby

Slow down, baby

Slow down, baby

Slow down, baby

Slow down, baby

Slow down, baby