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S.L.A.B. (Slow Loud and Bangin')

It's That Slab

(feat. lil' head, a3, delo, 2)

[talking:]
What's happening, yung redd-h.s.e.
I'm in here with that s.l.a.b., slow loud and bangin
My nigga trae, we's not playing know i'm saying

[hook:]
Ay, it's that s-l-a-b
Beating down your block, in the hu-humvee
Nigga please, we riding on 33's
With a yellow bopper, that's watching my tv's
Ay, it's that s-l-a-b
Beating down your block, in the hu-humvee
Nigga please, you don't wanna see me
Spitting at your bitch, as a p-i-m-p

[trae:]
Body rock in a houpe, swanging droppers no time for boppers
I'm rolling on in a escalade, on a escapade
Slip and sliding on cascade, button blades
When i get crunk i'ma do the wave, with s-l-a-b for my team
Duck your head i'm finna drop my screens, nigga we out of sight
Showing my teeth and i'll light the night, and he get locked i'd fly the kite
Pull me a bitch when i'm on a bike, not a motorbike but a beach cruiser
Pay attention 'fore a nigga lose ya, verbally abuse ya give me a mic and i'ma do ya
Touch my drop and i'ma shoot ya, from the southside of texas
On down to austin texas, swanging swanging i'm reckless
Ain't no time for the plexers, me d.b. and the jay'ton
With t.o. and the shaedron, delo, e when b wrecking
I be down with the jamaicans, we be flipping a yukon
Pushing bricks that weigh a ton, bumper clot nigga you'll be gone
Didn't know i could wreck like this, thoed off when the mouth spit
On the block with a thoed bitch, too legit for me to quit bitch

[hook]

[lil' head:]
Look, lil' head i'm on fire like that weezy-wee
I got hoes in every city, that stay pleasing me
Everytime i hit the block, it's a sight to see
20 inches sprewells, with that dvd
I got bitches on my pickle, this shit is kinda simple
Candy orange, the color of my luxury vehicle
I'm hungry like a hippo, eating shrimps and stuff
With a bad yellow bitch, with wide hips and butt
See i'm a pimp by blood, it's all in my nature
Fuck a hoe leave a hoe, sorry can't save ya
See i'm quick to tell a bitch, don't you touch my car
See that styrofoam cup, don't you touch my bar
I'm a houston hot boy, flipping a hot toy
No fiends that spend cream, so i pistol rock boy
From hiram-clarke to the brae', it's a must i say
That we all about our chips, like that frito-lay get at me

[delo:]
Slow loud and bangin, in a drop with screens
Ps2 with a dvd, let ro k free when i'm at pb
Ain't no tint so you hoes see me, showing up gripping wood
Po'ing up looking good, hiram-clarke is still my hood
Run up if you think you should, got ak's that'll rip your flesh
With hollow tips that'll rip your vest, automatic finder won't cease to rest
That's superman you better cease the plex, got head busting when you least expect
Got head suckers from east to west, s-l-a-b we be's the best
Swang on a vine and i beat my chest, me tarzan you be my jane
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