[Hook: Wayne Bell]
S.L.A.B., that`s what a nigga represent
Four do`s, behind the tint
You know, I still got love for my
S.L.A.B., swanging wide and looking thoed
That`s how them S.L.A.B. niggaz roll
You know, we still Slow Loud And Bangin`, S.L.A.B
[Lil Head]
Now why won`t they pay me, Lakeisha and Brenda
See Brenda was the girl, that stayed across from Tammy
See Tammy told Lekeisha, I was up to no good
And all I did was sold dope, and grip on the wood
See Lakeisha never knew a thing, about Lil Head
All she knew the slab I`m flipping, shit it use to be red
She was amazed, from the orange over gray
I got your number I`ma holla back, now listen to Trae
[Trae]
Hopping out my slab, paint be shining like I was Puffy
A bad boy to the fullest, you nothing niggaz disgust me
Trae a gangsta and a pimp with a limp, more flyer than a blimp
With Dougie on the side, as he roll in the back with a clip
With me and Warren swanging a four, and like it`s a Houpe
On the highway for the loot, and D-Bo hanging out the roof
To for them niggaz not knowing, we be on that other shit
Pop the trunk and banging shit, fo` do` tinted up type shit
Whether blue or red, we still proceed to turn a head
Introduce `em to the sound, of a nigga that`s bout his bread
Rep a nigga till he dead, everyday I gotta get it raw
This how I spit it, till a nigga see a mill ticket
[Lil B]
Creep and crawl in my fo` do`, I let my ass end up
As I recline slide on buck, with drank in my cup
My screens digital, showing nothing but raw naked ass
Click the remote, and watch a hater as he bypass
With the automatic camera, secured by Viper
Give my bitch three feet, `fore I become a sniper
A close street fighter, you don`t want it with me
So it be best, you stay away from my S-L-A-B
When I creep it`s late night, picking up your hoe
Bending corners in Hiram-Clarke, banging S.L.A.B. Volume 4
A pro that you know, by the name of Lil B
When I ride, I hide behind T-I-N-T
[Hook]
[Jay`Ton]
I creep the block late night, on a mission for cash
`93 road master, when I mash the gas
With Lil B and Lil T, when I`m flipping the South
What you know about them thugs, with karats up in they mouth
It`s the S.L.A.B. Slow Loud And Bangin`, representing for Texas
For haters that got plexes, we leaving you niggaz chestless
No games gon be played, if you fucking with me
It`s the nigga Jay`Ton, from S-L-A-B
[Warren G]
Candy red Impala, it be my slab
Coming down the Boulevard, throwing deuce and dab
I ain`t tripping just sipping, when I`m crawling slow
Blowing on the killa dro, I don`t want no mo`
Gotta watch out for my car, cause it`s my main
See my down the I-10, on them Euro`s mayn
Me and the click getting raw, like Chi-Town and Utah
We the best you ever seen, like Rockets and Yao Ming
Don`t stretch the slab, cause somebody will top you
Even if it`s Shae, in that candy blue
Can`t forget about BJ, he wet up too
South Klique and S.L.A.B., got niggaz sicker than the flu
[Dougie D]
Slow Loud And Bangin`, up and down your block
Smoking sipping, and flipping flossing and dropping the top
Leaving the Boulevard wet, when I be pulling out
That there, ain`t nothing but candy mayn
Fifth reclined, spiders be spinning up out my 4`s
Screens lit, huffing and puffing and blowing dro
Lane to lane, swang and popping the trunk on you hoes
That`s the way it goes down, in the Dirty you know
Slip and we sliding, riding high yeah we looking good
Like UGK, I got`s to keep diamonds against the wood
Cutting corners and bending blocks, up in every hood
Behind tint, so you can`t see what I`m doing
[Kendro]
S (S)-L(L)-A (A)-B (B)
Fo` do`s behind tint, roof lift I`m getting bent
Hit the switch the trunk release, on them 4`s
I play it you leave stuck, my slab as I flow
Bending corners against the grain, cracking the frame
Nigga bang or snooze, as I cruise on the block
My screens lit, time to clear the club parking lot
I`m one deep, so I got enough room for the bops
[J-Dub]
From a Houpe, back to a drop
J-Dub I`m getting shine on, through a school zone
Ain`t no stopping for boppers, cause I got money on my mind
By the way that I blind, you can tell I ain`t lying
Only 12 and a playa, and he running the family
You a hater move around, cause you ain`t no kin to me
J-D-U-B, nigga F-U-K me
Baby edging, and ain`t no way you can fade me
[Hook - 2x]
