2 - It's That S.L.A.B. lyrics

(*talking*) What's happening, Yung Redd-H.S.E I'm in here with that S.L.A.B., Slow Loud And Bangin My n***a 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 n***a 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 n***a please, you don't wanna see me Spitting at your b**h, 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, bu*ton 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, n***a 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 b**h when I'm on a bike, not a motorbike but a beach cruiser Pay attention 'fore a n***a 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 n***a you'll be gone Didn't know I could wreck like this, thoed off when the mouth spit On the block with a thoed b**h, too legit for me to quit b**h [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 b**hes on my pickle, this sh** 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 b**h, with wide hips and bu*t See I'm a pimp by blood, it's all in my nature f** a hoe leave a hoe, sorry can't save ya See I'm quick to tell a b**h, 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 s**ers 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 Don't want s** just give me brain, bone Clark Kent Ms. Louis Lane I'm a 007 by the name of James, on a mission to stack the change South Clique's my claim to fame all the rest respect the name, leaving n***as feeling ashamed [Lil' B] Game spitter wig splitter, yellow bopper go getter P-I-M-P, trying to stack mob figgas Gorilla k**er better feel a n***a, I'm thoed in the brain Push a bu*ton let me screens rain, I'm L-I-L-B you feel me mayn Laid back and I'm on the road, Benjamin Franklins I'm gon fold Spinners off the wood grain mo-mo, pop the trunk and then let it glow Southside fa sho yeah we gon swang, Hiram-Clarke is where I leave my stain Till I swang and swang then set up shop, dare a n***a to try to touch my block Cause the Glock is co*ked, ready to release I'm young and raw with a mouthpiece that's thoed so cold, you don't wanna see a n***a explode Cause I'm heavy crawled out in a Cheve, these n***as better let me be me That's all I can be, for S-L-A-B [Hook] [2] You got the hand I got the dro, you got the money I got the hoe You got the crowd, I got the show You get the bid I got the flow, real n***as ready to hit the Pen Drop down Volvo in the wind, serving these hoes from nine to ten Doing this here since way back when, all about hitting the skins Drop her off hit the wind, back on the block now it's on again Charge on p**y trafficking, P-I-M-P'ologist Got the green phsycologist, now you n***as wanna ride to this S-L-A-B at you punk, hit the switch pop the trunk You n***as really don't wanna f** with us, like dangerous can't slang with us Matter fact you n***as can't hang with us, in a right hand wheel done tang with us We done taken this game to a whole 'nother level, Slow Loud And Bang with us so it ain't no claiming us [Jay'Ton] Ay, it's that boy Jay Tipping up the block, in a Hu-Humvay n***a please, we repping S-L-A-B Body rocking and dropping, and flipping gla** 3's White tee, starched down in my Sean jeans So clean, with a mouthpiece that'll go bling My team pulling up for the spotlight, and I know that it's not right But dropping a stretched bike, from Ike Blue over grey, with Trae and the Big Bice My chain be full of ice, and no it ain't nothing nice Keeping you looking twice, like hoes at a stop light It's S.L.A.B. that they recite, on a block in a late night [A3] A3'zy I bring hat, seven screens fall in a Cadillac One false move I'll break your back, hull a n***a like I hull a track Leave a n***a out just like a mat, wrestle track when I bust a gat Catch me in the lot with the trunk cracked, swangas on fifth wheel it's laid back We slip and slide stride and glide, trunk kit committing suicide Lean in the Benz with the bubble eyes, everything we own is customized S.L.A.B. trick'll leave you hypnotized, upside is on the rise Gorilla n***a don't be surprised, Dead End till the day I die [Hook]