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s.l.a.b. - it's that 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-gga 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-gga 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-gga please, you don’t wanna see me
spitting at your b-tch, as a p-i-m-p

[trae]
body rock in a houpe, sw-nging droppers no time for boppers
i’m rolling on in a escalade, on a escapade
slip and sliding on cascade, b-tton 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-gga we out of sight
showing my t–th and i’ll light the night, and he get locked i’d fly the kite
pull me a b-tch when i’m on a bike, not a motorbike but a beach cruiser
pay attention ‘fore a n-gga 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, sw-nging sw-nging 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-gga 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-tch, too legit for me to quit b-tch

[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-tches on my pickle, this sh-t 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-tch, with wide hips and b-tt
see i’m a pimp by blood, it’s all in my nature
f-ck a hoe leave a hoe, sorry can’t save ya
see i’m quick to tell a b-tch, 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
sw-ng on a vine and i beat my chest, me tarzan you be my jane
don’t want s-x 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-ggas feeling ashamed

[lil’ b]
game spitter wig splitter, yellow bopper go getter
p-i-m-p, trying to stack mob figgas
gorilla k!ller better feel a n-gga, i’m thoed in the brain
push a b-tton 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 sw-ng, hiram-clarke is where i leave my stain
till i sw-ng and sw-ng then set up shop, dare a n-gga to try to touch my block
cause the glock is c-cked, ready to release
i’m young and raw with a mouthpiece that’s thoed so cold, you don’t wanna see a n-gga explode
cause i’m heavy crawled out in a cheve, these n-ggas 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-ggas 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-ssy trafficking, p-i-m-p’ologist
got the green phsycologist, now you n-ggas wanna ride to this
s-l-a-b at you punk, hit the switch pop the trunk
you n-ggas really don’t wanna f-ck with us, like dangerous can’t slang with us
matter fact you n-ggas 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-gga please, we repping s-l-a-b
body rocking and dropping, and flipping gl-ss 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-gga like i hull a track
leave a n-gga out just like a mat, wrestle track when i bust a gat
catch me in the lot with the trunk cracked, sw-ngas 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-gga don’t be surprised, dead end till the day i die

[hook]

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