All I Have

(*talking*) What's up baby, Paul Wall I'm Slow, Loud And Bangin' baby Color Changin' Click-Clack two in your back Chamillionaire.com, I'm just saying though We ain't even much tripping on these females Like that you know I'm saying, these honey dips We ain't loving these dips Naw we loving our cars, you know I'm taln' bout We loving our slabs, we treating our slabs Like they our gals, you feel me But uh, we gon let this music speak for itself You know I'm tal'n bout, it's gon explain it What's up Trae, break em off [Trae] See my slab is all I got, and it won't never change You can see me top down on the block, bobbing and weaving through lanes With the Color Changin' Click, so sick with a trunk banging Paint staining leaving the block wet, just like as if it was raining I ain't the one to be capping cat, but my slab be off the chain Four T.V.'s and a PS3, tinted up high when I swang Maabing in the old school, but I'm looking so playa With a 4-4 cocked under my seat, cause I'm ready for haters With wood all on my do's, 20's shining like I was smiling Profiling like I'm a G, and a G is what I'ma be I'm on dubs with my drop top, with a trunk popped On a bop that wanna be jocking, my balling'll never stop [Paul Wall] When I pull up to the red light, people breaking they neck Cause everybody rub a neck, and like I got in a wreck I'm in a slab Jimmy slab, so I guess I should mention That my purple people eater's, the center of attention My car's kinda similar, to the leaves in Autumn Cause the paint changing colors, and the T.V.'s falling I'm in a foreign BMW, with the chrome all shimmering The INS harass me, cause my car's an immigrant My gray goose Mercedes, got a green card as well With lap top T.V. screens, is sponsored by Dell Chamillionaire.com satellite, I'm logged on when I drop Posting messages until I arrive, I love my slab baby [Hook: Charlie Berry] See my slab, is all I haaave Candy paint dripping, buck on leather T.V.'s shining, swinging on glaaass Top fell back, in sunny weather Watching haters watch, as I fly paaass In a old school, that floats like a feather Roll slow up the block, and crawling my slaaab Now they all know, we stacking our cheddar [Jay'Ton] I'm addicted to balling, my screens steady be falling Dedicated to being playa, so them boppers be calling And loving the way I swang, banging and gripping grain Riding the boulevard, till the neighbors start to complain Balling is a habit, and I can't stop if I wanted I pop the trunk clicking screens, so my face'll be on it I tried to stop and catch a bop, but my rims kept going I'm crawling two miles per hour, so everybody be blowing I'm 17 diamonds gleam, harder than Mr. Clean Shining showing reflection, so niggas think it's a dream I'm a Southside S.L.A.B. nigga, representing it wreckless With plates under my slab, that read "don't fuck with Texas" [Lil B] My seats recline in my slab, that's all I have fuck a lady Cause I'm infatuated with droppers, and bubble eyes on Mercedes Candy coated paint when I floss in the winter, or summer time Still I be slip and sliding on buck, while my trunk stay on incline I shine and I grind daily, bopping hoes wanna date me and rape me But a nigga be dismissing 20 of em, my slab lady Lately a nigga been in a daze, thinking bout the wood on my dash So I commits to swing and bang beat up blocks, with my mind focused on cash Won't crash holding my wood grain, Hiram-Clarke repping my hood mayn Lil B repping S.L.A.B., Slow Loud and yes a nigga do bang In a slab that's all I have, I'm still balling out of control Sitting low crawl slow in a fo' do', as I drop my top screens unfold (*talking*) For real, know I'm tal'n bout We love our slabs, more than these hoes We put our money into our slabs, not these hoes It's pimping, you know I'm saying, but shit It's plain to see, I love to take the top off my bitch Raise they ass up and wave it on you hoes Slow, Loud And Bangin' style, you feel me I know y'all feel me [Hook]