S.L.A.B. - Slow Loud and Bangin lyrics

(*talking*) S.L.A.B., Slow Loud And Bangin' Underground skating, for the new era Feel what I'm saying, we keep making hits Everyday all day, might as well respect the game And give it to us, if not we gon take it (Billy Cook) These n***as out in the streets Don't know how we breathe, S.L.A.B. ha Billy Cook Superstar, trying to bring it to you real sweet Slow Loud And Bangin', yeeah ooooh no-no This is the way we creep, yeah yeeah-yeah Slow Loud And Bangin' [Big Bee] I represent H-Town, and the Southside Haters talk sh**, when your car sit wide I don't give a damn, I'ma floss my chrome With my game face on, you can call me drone Gone in my zone, riding on 22's Boys bow down, when I come through I'm hard on the 'Vard, and it's plain to see Ain't nan nother playa, that can get with me I float like a bu*terfly, and sting like a bee Like the old school boxer, Muhammad Ali It's like whoa, when I pull the Benz out the garage My Lorenz so pretty, like Mary J. Blige [Jay'Ton] I'm Slow Loud And Bangin', at the club I'm swanging Candy paint leaving the street wet, like it was raining Cause it's the Jay'Ton, n***as ain't ready for me Beating down the block, repping S.L.A.B The only n***a 17, in the click sitting low In a Buick looking thoed, so you know I got hoes On my dick bopping off this sh**, sitting up my slab So I laugh at these n***as, looking at my slab mad Now they hate it I made it, and I ain't even graduated From High School, acting a fool with Lil Two At Matches or 8 Mile, pimping hoes near you We Slow Loud And Bangin', representing for the Screw [Trae] It ain't no crawling on cutters, I'm gla** 4's on the Boulevard Playing my section, with my Escalade in the garage With genocide baby, you can't and haters be crazy Approaching me with that bumping, cause I be pimping they lady In the fo' do' latest sh**, when I grip unloading clips Send em through the South, like it was SS dot Six Loving them gadgets, so I be touch screen phone The way I beat it the slab, dislocating they collar bone Representing for my brother, locked down on lifetime So I mash to get mine, full time when I grind Slow Loud And Bangin' banging loud, but I'm slow on the West Plex on my chest, on top of that, I got my vest [Hook: BIlly Cook - 4x] Slow Loud And Bangiiiiiiin' [Lil B] Still Slow Loud And Bangin', when I skate up 'Vard and beat streets I be sliding on buck, with 23's on my feet Don't-stoppers riding choppers, for them boppers I be sitting so high, you'd think I'm in a helicopter But I'm playa lil' valeter, at the club What you know, about a Slow Loud And Bangin' thug Named Lil B, riding one deep through H-Town Trying to stop my shine, the AK gon spray rounds That's my girlfriend, and I'm not talking bout a broad Spinning blocks so hard, I broke the steering collard With the Mr. Pimp Skinny, we know you n***as hate The way we drip candy paint, with Texas on the plates [Kepoe] I'ma come nice and slow, Kepoe wrecking the flow The only b**h on S.L.A.B., that can do this though I hit the block in my drop top, with the top gone Balling in my zone, like a black Sharon Stone It's my basic instincts, that I get my shine on Five karat rings, do I get my blind on With the underground sh**, we gon let it be known Back back I advise, that these haters be gone [Lil T] It's Lil T my n***a, I'm putting it down for S.L.A.B You can catch me in a Chrysler, or a Gray Park Ave The wood grain I grab, banging nothing but S.L.A.B I'm on my route like a cab, while y'all fighting like crabs I keep a pistol on my side, with a cup of bar Like H.A.W.K. and Big Poke, my n***a it's war I hit a switch in my car, while I break the law Throwing left and right jabs, steady breaking your jaw [Billy Cook] Slow, Loud And Bangin' Billy Cook Superstar, and I'm standing strong AC blowing cold, when you see me slabbed down Guerilla Maab and Billy Cook, well watch so loud See me rolling on chrome, sitting on dubs Bangin down your block, n***a throw your sets up Go on throw your sets up, if you don't give a f** Jimmy Jimmy Cocoa Puff, girl go on give me love Slow Loud And Bangin', is all I know Gripping on grain, while I'm smoking on dro Crawling the block, in a big fo' do' Come on, I'm still platinum in the ghetto (Billy Cook) Whoa ha, yeah yeah yeeah Throw your sets up, throw your sets up All my n***as in the hood, go on throw your sets up Throw your sets up, throw your sets up All my n***as on the block, go on throw your sets up