Oh (Slow Loud And Bangin)

[Trae] I pull up on the block, trunk knock the kits off The fifth fly, but I'm still bout to get pissed off Swangas on a everyday base, crawl by the law I don't want another case, with the nigga named Grace So we put it in they face, with the black drop Low in the front, cocked up with the top up Might as well hit the block up, 'fore the drop lock up With a Glock cocked up, when a hater pop up I put the rock up, and shine they asses off Like Roy Pat, I'm coming out the South Got diamonds in my mouth, when I'm on my route Throwback screwed up, know what I'm tal'n bout Hey, niggas say that they don't know about a G But I bet they know a G, when I pull up on the D U-B for the S.U.C., S-L-A-B T-R-A-E, M double A B I'm sick with it, niggas never get with it Brick and a mic, guaranteed I'm the shit with it Better write hard, 'fore you try to come and spit with it If not, be the next nigga that'll quit with it A to the B to the N, attitude not a friend Niggas wanna try to blend, but they better think again 'Fore I put em in the wind, with a pad and a pen God damn, Lil' Trae going at it for the win [Boss] You ain't never seen, Lil' Boss floss in the name Lil' Boss, trying to get a bigger vault and some change Stay G, cause playas get lost in the game Niggas try, to throw a little salt in your name If I get the word nigga, then I'm off in you mayn Have your partnas, trying to get my niggas off of you mayn Never had to call a nigga, cause it's off to the van To the six foot ziplock, and off to the sand The dope fiends'll get ya, if I offer a grand Just to see up on the corner, with the soft in my hand To the kitchen it get hard, then it's off with the grams Throwed with my hooks, you soft with your hands I know you niggas seen us, looking awesome In Austin cocked up, in a old school steady stalking All my niggas steady Cripping, some falking My Blood niggas on the right side, steady balking [Hook: Shyna] We Slow, SLow Loud And Bangin how we roll Pop trunk, blow skunk throwed How we do it down in Texas We slow (slow), slow (slow) Let's go, we be riding fo' do's Come with the plex, y'all better go We push y'all head down, to the flo' Yo, fo's [Grace] Southside G's spin 24's, candy Cadillac on 84's Top fall down and the trunk raise up, fifty side motherfucker that's how we roll Raising hell at the detail spraying bams, trunk down chopped up on this Screw we jam Turn it up let it bang as I grip on grain, S.U.C. we off the chain Fo' do' Magnum when I roll with Trae, Ro and Den in a 3 Los on his way Expo chopping blue candy knocking, Southside G's and ain't no stopping Cause the rims keep going me and Trae keep flowing, doe keep blowing codeine po'ing Oh yeah motherfucker know the South still holding, H-Town shining showing glowing VS-1's in my neck and in my mouth, white gold blue diamonds know I'm talking bout Cake runner after cash execute go live, one hundred to the end baby that's no doubt Real till I die that's how that go, bout to get rolled with sto's a hoe Play pussy get fucked they'll never know, body burnt toe tagged on a cold trip road Let it bang and swang candy paint and screens, falling down from the roof we fresh and clean Southwest side of Houston we got that green, keep a white cup full of that lean Dirty South we clowning cuz, endo dro blowing killer buzz On the seat technician punking jugs, going hard than a bitch you gotta feel that cuz [Trae] Fucked niggas, really be about now-a-days All out they do', running they mouth the fly way But I know one thang, they don't wanna try Trae Have em like Po-Yo and Paul, sitting sideways in a daze I'm a representative, for the South Never too good, so they know I'm paying niggas off Like a new set of fo's, I be wearing niggas off Elbows poking out, so I'm clearing niggas off Slow Loud And Bangin, like Jay and Boss And you can tell I'm out that click, from the way I floss The black whip brand new, but it still get tossed I thought the top was a test, for that chick I lost I'm on a flip through the Nawf, riding through the 4-4 See the homie Lil' Chris, Shep with the Vato If it gotta get G, just know we got mo' 16 come fast, but the paint go slow These hoes don't know, that I'm raw in the game Raw on the block, still on Fondren and Main Got 99 ways, that I'm grabbing the grain For the 2-5, gotta keep my mouth in a maze And now-a-days, niggas say I'm lost in the game These cats gon see, I'm a boss in the game And I pack my weight, never soft in the game Old G.P., I'ma be a hog in the game [Hook] [Shyna] S-L-A-B, B-E see we Slow Loud And Bangin, that's that C-L-I-C K we spray on block on anyday, if your block got boys and shit We play games on all of y'all, who wanna be talking shit We in that kitchen cooking, watch out them po-po's looking Get that do' slap a hoe, let em know his block is tooken Throwed, in H-Town we riding slow Slow (slow), we slow (slow) [Paul Wall] Grab the keys start the slab, chunk the deuce get some dab Swang the block cut the corner, hand on Glock mind on cash Chasing after the American dream, all or nothing trying to stack that green Nothing to lose if you ain't down with us, don't straddle the fence you on the wrong team Grab a white cup and po' up the drank, so much mud I can hardly think In a line riding slab by slab, ain't nothing but chrome and that platinum paint It's Paul Wall and my partna Trae, Jay'Ton and that boy Lil' Boss Keep your cool and don't cross the line, or it's guaranteed that you'll get fucked off [Kendro] Jamming A.B.N., so you know I ride slab Back in the gap, I was crawling the AVE I don't slow my pace, but give a nigga some dab I'm deuce out the roof, when I be flipping the loop At 59, then bend the corner on some knot And the Trae on Blodge, and laws they hot Bro, I go tip through the Mo Fuck with Shep Dog, out the 4-4 Pop your trunk, T-R-A-E We still body rock, for P-A-T I'm coming out the South, no ice in my mouth I'm Slow Loud And Bangin, on a paper route A lot of these cats, they envy me I'm hellified, cool on G.P Rap shit locked, it's in a figga fo' Name another young cat, that's thoed as Kendro