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

Tha Streets

(feat. Z-Ro, H.A.W.K., Mike D, Bun B, Paul Wall)

[Bun B]
Well it's that Texas representer, from Port Arthur the Land
Coming straight out of that South, with my nuts in my hand
Let 'em hang all over this track, and all over the block
Cause the S.L.A.B. they got my back, when them boys wanna knock
It's U.G.K. for life, still I miss my dog in the game
But even from behind the walls, he's still hogging the game
Big Bun B ain't nothing changed, get use to the fact
And holla when you see me, chunking double deuce out the Lac

[Jay'Ton]
I'm moving slow up the block, 22's sitting cocked
I'm from the South, so it's automatic haters getting dropped
See me standing, in my five deuce stance
I might seem young but you gon respect me, with this glock in my pants
It's Jay'Ton a young guerilla, certified with them hands
You thought of stopping Slow Loud And Bangin', you better kill all those plans
That go for you and your man's, I'm 18 and well known through the H
I run with G's, so you better pump your breaks

[Paul Wall]
I'm coming from the city of drank sippers, and glock grippers
We flow tippers and pimp strippers, we hit licks cause we go-getters
I'm Slow Loud And Bangin', them 4's swanging my nuts hanging
My piece and chain stay dangling, from South Main all the way to Mangum
I'm on that Southlea, with Gu-U and that Cabbage Head
I'm with that Bowdy Black, and that Big Mix we breaking bread
Stay to FED I hold it down, for all them boys in the 7-0-1
It's H-Town stay down, the streets made us from day one

[Hook]
We come from (the streets), collect our funds in (the streets)
Empty out our guns in (the streets), it ain't no fun in (the streets)
You can get done in (the streets), ain't no shining sun in (the streets)
Ain't nothing but dark in (the streets), better have heart in (the streets)
If you a mark, you need protection from God in (the streets)
Cause we got Crips and we got Bloods, that love to mob in (the streets)
Packing pistols and AK's, ready for war in (the streets)
Duck down our block, and get your ass snatched out your car in (the streets)

[Z-Ro]
H-O-U-S-T-O-N, T-E-X-A-S
M-O-C-I-T-Y-D-O-N, in the flesh
I'm feared and respected, walking the streets of Bejave and Ridgevan of South Park know
Prolly in a wife beater, but razor blade creases in my jeans plus hydro smoke
Fat Pat told y'all back in the gap, that the Southside was holding
22's-24's, Blades Elbows and yeah we rolling
A couple of bi-bad bitch, holding our gun for us
Just in case the law pull us over, they got no love for us

[Boss]
I'm from the Southside of Houston Texas, relentless and reckless
Making out-of-towners respect us, Boss shine beams like projectors
I get boys up in the intersection, for representing your direction
You can get a lead infection, better go get your head protection
Plus these cowards slipping on

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