Salt Water Taffy (Slo Jam)

Let me rip into a slow jam
Let me rip into a slow jam
Let me rip into a slow jam
Let me rip into a slow jam
Into a slow jam

I wasn't always cool, I used to freestyle on my BMX bicycle
And just like any brother Michael Jackson was my hero
Bet the boogie got you bangin'
And you was the one that dissed when how your grandpops be slangin'
Honey dips in the Walkman, wop and feel the fine
Braids, dreadlocks, baggy slacks, the whole nine
It's the unconditional type of slang we must display
Bouncin' off the gas until your stomach come to me
While freestyle was in session, I was on the mic
While your brother wore his doo-rag, I was on the mic
If there was a show goin' on at night, I was on the mic
Whenever Jane called my name, I wasn't on the mic
But I was damn near close, and spiritually you felt me
Shoulda felt the vibe, and yo, the way the joint helped me
Was the bomb, now I'm cheesin' and pleasin' the crowd
Piecin' up my puzzle, got my horse in the muzzle
Taste the honey, now your mouth's wet, skin produces sweat
Your ears are locked tight, I might explode from the threat
Of Boogie Monsters in your area, Armando in your dome
Your sister bought the single, now there's boogie in your home

Let me rip into a slow jam
Let me rip into a slow jam
Let me rip into a slow jam
Let me rip into a slow jam
Let me rip into a slow jam
Let me rip into a slow jam
Let me rip into a slow jam
Let me rip into a slow jam
Into a slow jam

I'm comin' for your mind, I'm comin' with the rhyme
Oblivious to pain, oblivious to time
The sun won't shine 'til the moon goes down
I move within the cycle of the universe's sound
Give a pound and pour a little for the brothers off the path
Keep on studyin' the spirit and smilin' through the wrath
We gotta send a shout to our peeps across the land
Chewin' Salt Water Taffy, snappin' with the band
Say hola, hola, hola
Hola, hola, hola
Hot damn, let me rip into a slow jam, man
Boogie Monsters on the route
My mellow, my man Mondo, my kin, yo, I'm out

Comin' through you like water, in my physical form I oughta
Tie my Timbs and grip my nuts, present it'll be a slaughter
You can't front on the Salt Water Taffy
Stickin' to your dentures, it's the adventures of the daffy
In this ocean modulation, I have the big lips
Chocolate simulation that stimulates your hips
And all the pitfalls the joyous life might have to offer
And realize the only peace of mind is in the water
Dip dive, we movin' through the battle like a spear
There's a natural mystic floatin' through the air
The master of the rear, so what you want, stylist?
I give a battle uptown funk ill, chill in my mix

Let me rip into a slow jam
Let me rip into a slow jam
Let me rip into a slow jam
Let me rip into a slow jam

Well, it's the caramel kid and I'm ready to get sparked
On that "I want to, I want to" like Biz Mark
Or DMX, yes, in specs, rippin' on the 45
Slippin' down to 33 'cause maybe it be soundin' live
As speakers turn to dust, I'm leavin' sets in ashes
When I hear the dusty record with the static and the gashes
I am what I am 'cause I can't be nothin' else
I be coolin' with my J's, so I guess I rock the bells
My psychedelic set call me soft
If you want, but I never front and I still be comin' off
So put on a track from the crates and I get daffy
Chewin' up some music like it's Salt Water Taffy, ahh

So let me rip into a slow jam
Let me rip into a slow jam
Let me rip into a slow jam
Let me rip into a slow jam
Let me rip into a slow jam
Let me rip into a slow jam
Let me rip into a slow jam
Let me rip into a slow jam
A slow jam
Slow jam
Slow jam
Slow jam
Yes, a slow jam
Slow jam
Yes, a slow jam
Slow jam
Let me rip into a slow jam
Let me rip into a slow jam
Let me rip into a slow jam