In a Slab

(*talking*) Yeah 2003-2004, we in a slab on you boys Lil B in here representing with the fam Slow Loud And Bangin', y'all boys get it right We stinging it in your brain, you feel me We swanging and dropping top on you boys Hitting switches and making the front end Hop on you chumps [Hook] In a slab, drop the drop and skate 4's Beating up the block, and moving so slow In a slab, peeping haters as I roll by In a Cheve 7-5, but still I'm so fly In a slab, I know these boppers peeping me They peep the G, and peep the way I wreck the streets I'm in a slab, blue when I wet the block We wreck the lot, so now we got the game on lock [Trae] I'm in the zone, sitting on 20 inches of chrome Looking like a baby plane, with bubble eye beams on Moving niggas out the way, when the Trae come through Be strutting on blue, the same nigga repping for Screw I started the S.L.A.B., and now we got the click on fire My inches be higher, then Mariah hit notes in the choir I'm in a slab, and ain't no way I'm stopping my shine I swang and recline, just like I know the game is mine [Lil B] Peep game, I'm peeping these haters and weaving these hoes That's peeping my 4's, I'm slamming suicide do's You know I stay fly, in a hard top drop top Cocking Glocks, boys know this shit don't stop We in a slab deliver jabs, to niggas that'll knock On jock, Lil B making you niggas body rock Trunk knock the trunk pop, and do the Southside Do's locked the front hop, when I be swinging wide [Jay'Ton] I hope the block like hop scotch, skating on chrome I swang and I roll, with twin hoes bad to the bone Forever a G, on buck hide throw up the Southside From block to block, to them haters got they mouth wide Open, keeping 'em scoping just like the laws So amazed by the ways, I'm flipping with no flaw So gangsta no wankstas, on my team If you fall out of place, you catching a red beam [Cl'Che] Catch me in a slabed out, yeah Jet with, a bumper grill Floating down your block, Cl'Che gon show the skills Steady make them boys holla (she real) I got freestyle for days, and lyrics that'd kill Can't hang with hoes, cause these hoes ain't real So I roll with fellas, oops I mean guerillas Cl'Che-Guerilla Maab nigga, all in your grill-a [Hook] [Dougie D] You can catch the Dougie squatting and tipping, on deuce-deuce My slab is like a person, I love to change up the shoes When I pass by the block, lil' kids say ooh Yeah I'm like the Fast and the Furious, speeding like vroom I ride with the trunk up and cracked, with the seat back Sipping purple stuff, while I'm blowing a ball bat Dropping the top, and you bitches throwing deuce and giving dab Blue, black or the red don't you touch my slab [Dok] How I'm flipping the block, never tricking on a bop Lying to these hoes, say I left my shit in the drop You want a drop stick bitch, I can give you the cock But when it comes to the money, I gotta keep it on lock Switching lane to lane, as I grip on grain Four wheel drive, riding out all terrain You keep it simple and plain, I come knocking with bang Candy paint so wet, that it look like it rained [Pimp Skinny] Pull out the slab, steady beating the AVE I peeped your pad, I already smashed your gal Like a crab I crawl slow, low pro 84 Think a playa ball, cause I do it just like it go Fa sho, need I say no mo' Recognize a G nigga, till the day I go Pimp Skinny that's fa sho, crack the trunk and it go Beating up the block, motherfuckers say whoa [Lil 2] I'm in a bucket, but I'm riding it like it's a Benz I got hubs on dubs, that look just like rims They don't stay up, and my mirrors broke But it's crunk and ended, it leave a trail of smoke But I'm known to get fly, when I flip in my Houpe Pimping my juice, nigga with the deuce out the roof You can catch me on your block, bang and banging the AVE Slow Loud And Bangin', nigga that's my slab [Hook] [Showtyme] Come and flip with me sip with me, swanging the butter Call me the candy wrecker, cause my slab can pull a Bad bitch, that wanna suck me up while I'm driving Navigating her head, just keeping her bobbing I'm leaving it round sticky, everywhere that I be in 59 touching 90, up and down I-10 Showtyme like Sprewells, my job is to keep moving Leaning in my whip, Southside still grooving [Kepoe] You know me Kepoe, the one that come throwed Hit so hard, when I jab the intro Houston boy, coming up the end zones Sitting sideways, in a double-O Benzo Y'all ain't ready holding the wheel steady Looking fine than a bitch, on 20 inch Perelli's With my roll dog Trae, we headed to L.A Or the Grammy's in Miami, so niggas better make way [Hook]