S.L.A.B. - When We Pull Out lyrics

(*talking*) S.L.A.B., Slow Loud And Bangin' This E-Money, coming at you live and direct Finna take you on a trip through the Southside (Hook - 2x) When we pull out You know we looking thoed, still Slow Loud And Bangin' I suppose, on the Southside You know we gotta hold swang left right, left right (Dougie D) Yes it's I, the D-O-U-G-I-E From the South-a-side I'm representing it real, till the day I die Forever constantly, Dougie be getting high to ease my mind As I crawl down, still knocking and beating blocks Well I suppose, I should prolly keep glocks co*ked Cause these boys hating, nevertheless I'm still skating Looking good when I do, cause I ain't got time for the faking Ain't no crawling copies, never gon be another like me One in original, hundred percent Dougie for life And cause we Slow Loud, And Bangin' b**h that mean that we gon hold it down, up on our grind (Trae) Still Slow Loud, and representing my click With a gun shot, for n***az riding my dick If I step out, my dropper you better skate 'Fore I pull out, my heat and I start to spray I'm a natural type of playa, on gators and bending corners Like n***az in California, my top'll be dropping on ya My paint wetter than whether, that's rainy leaving a storm My trunk causing a catastrophe, like Vietnam We slap shots, dumping a stash spot on switches Like hop scotch, with n***az that pop lock In a blue or the red drop, with a iced out mouth piece A gangsta high baller, for the 21st Century With genocide nola, fifty thousand we over From whipping our baking soda, from Texas to Pensacola Roll a 4 and I'ma stop it and drop it, body rock it and co*k it Red dot it and lock it, hit the stage and I rock it (Hook - 2x) (Jay'Ton) It's Jay'Ton, steady flipping And flossing, with the Mo City Don Steady pimping these b**hes, like I'm Don Juan When I be stepping out I'm rocking Sean John, Sean John Cause I'm playa baby, 16 flipping Mercedes With a yellow lady, when I'm tipping it through the Cady Bubble eyes on, when I'm living it in my zone 22's surrounded by chrome, in front of my home 4 do' garage, I gotta set the twins is ready for the menage But if you ask me they look like Mary J. Blige If I ruled the world I'm feeling like I was Nas, feeling like I was Nas (Big Bee) Swang hard, on the 'Vard dog It's Big B double E, I was born hog I cause traffic, when I ride in my orange car I'm looking for some attention, I'm a superstar Straight out of Hiram-Clarke, on the Southside We roll on 84's, and we swang wide Blowing on hydro, with the paint po'd I'm sitting on buck skin, in my playa mode (Mr. 3-2) Slow Loud Bangin', in the deck Everybody think I'm tripping, and I'm gone off that wet But I check ya a**, like my brand new sneaks And put a dot on your eye, if your mouth ever leak Now take a peak, at the big Boss 3-2 Everytime you see me, I'm sporting something brand new What it do what it done, b**h you know where I'm from I keep a big old pistol, for them n***az talking dumb (Warren G) Candy red we flossing, we po'd up Southside how you feel, we ain't riding on horses down here Nothing but Lac's and trucks, and purple stuff on buck Swanging left-right, slow up your block On chops won't stop, won't quit South Klique on bumper kits, with screens on lit With the boppers and shoppers, that be bopping a n***a drop On gla** choppers be chopping, while they looking like helicopters (E) Won't stop, rolling on chops It's K all day n***a, the cream of the crop It never end, a youngen with a smile on his ends And dividend, Sprewells keep spin in the wind Now here I go, I crawl down low on 84's Draped down in Gucci clothes, and macking to all these hoes With the k**er piece and chain, banging Slow Loud And Bang As I grip up on the grain, headed to South mayn (Hook - 2x) (Lil B) Pulling out, n***a you know we thoed In a heavy wide frame, with J-Dog and the Ro On the Southside, you know we gotta hold Piece and chain gon swang, with a mouth full of gold We swang left-right, knowing I don't play If the jackers try to come, AK gon spray Fewquay is where I swang, the lane and swang 4's n***az be tripping I'm sipping, and hitting fly hoes Chickens in kitchens we mixing, and flipping my do' Expedition and wishing for competition, on my flow Who the n***a that be By-Bo, Lil B gotta crawl down See breaking mics when I'm on the sight for, S-L-A-B (Pimp Skinny) Wrecking the block with the trunk open, the bumper co*ked Let my sh** knock, I got my hand on my glock While the haters watch, I see these b**hes on my jock I got my mug on mean, as I pa** I can't stop Steady beating blocks, I gotta let the top drop It's just that n***a Pimp Skinny, representing and never stop I leave these haters knocked, but them 4's can't stop nothing But believe I'm gangsta strutting, and ain't gotta touch nothing Just pushing bu*tons, on the face of my remote As I ride cough and choke, cause I'm gone off that k**a smoke But on my note, so you haters watch your back Best believe I got that gat, and I'll rat-ta-tat-tat (Thib) When I pull out, corner bend a trendsetter With my top down, baby Benz Gucci leather On chrome feet, and I'm ready for whatever With the chrome heat, you gotta have your sh** together Just to compete, cutting concrete spinning While the trunk beat, everywhere I go hoes grinning Like they want me, now I'm independent if they hear me Then I won't be, collab with the S.L.A.B. hit the lab get funky We strapped with weapons and guns, ready to stun Pack a competitive tongue, second to none Educated etiquette Don, is ready for fun Regulating everyone, get ready to run Dedication whether the storm, now we perform Exclamation no time form, pay me or mourn Swang foreign changing the lane, feeling the breeze Popped up loving the game, blowing my trees (Lil Head) I let the top down on 20 inches, AMG's With yella's mixed with Japanese, they hair blow in the breeze b**h please, you mean to tell me you ain't impressed Candy orange STS, T.V.'s in the head rest Go on confess, you love the way I'm customized Paint so wet when you look, you have to squint your eyes You look surprised, how I swing and barely missed him 83's recline bumper, with the Northstar system Hard top out the shop, time to break off a fake Four 12 J-L, trying to make the trunk shake It's no mistake it's Lil Head, and you already know Surround from Mobile 1, I raise my trunk up and show it (Hook - 2x)