Well, this is like a menance to di society. Big enough fi all di ghetto lady. (All gals). Rock out and gwaan crazy. (Big tip). Sing along. (Sung) Gimmie the girl dem wit the wickedest slam. Di
got swagger . But we kick em to the curb unless they look like Mick Jagger . I'm talkin' bout - everybody getting crunk, crunk . Boys tryna touch my junk, junk . Gonna smack him if he getting too drunk
got swagger . But we kick em to the curb unless they look like Mick Jagger . I'm talkin' bout - everybody getting crunk, crunk . Boys tryna touch my junk, junk . Gonna smack him if he getting too drunk
can't be controlled. . Chorus. I am what I am. I am the back door slam. . When I walk down the streets. The streetlights go out. When I drive through your town. The dogs start to howl. I stand
on. . So 1, 2. 1, 2, 3 slam!!!. . Kinky hair when I wake up. . Straight when I go to bed. . My dad speaks jive talk to me, don't know what he just said. . My mother she's a honkey. . My
Slam, da duh duh, da duh duh. Let the boys be boys. Slam, da duh duh, da duh duh. Make noise b-boys Well it's another one, in the gutter one, ghetto running em. Troublesome, extra double dumb, I
