What I Represent

[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. niggas 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 niggas 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 niggas 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 niggas 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 niggas 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]