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
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
