[talking:] G'eah, it's time to pull them slabs out mayn It's slab season, that boy Mr. Lee act a fool with this one Northside where ya at, Southside where ya at The East/West where ya at mayn, it's time to get your shine on mayn Pull the candy out on them boys, holla at em Thug (Thugga)
[Slim Thug:] I'm taking off down the run way, broad day Sunday Haters looking at me, I ain't playing I will gun play Hand on my grain, while I'm swinging on the one way Boppers everywhere, I see it'll be a fun day I might as well stay up all night, till it's Monday My shit'll prolly end up, where my son stay Got baby mama drama, cause the bitch driving a Hyundai And I got a Rolls, G's up hoes Still down till I'm down, watch me act a damn clown In the cleanest shit around, making mo'fuckers frown I been flipping through my town, trying to see what the fuck's up Boss city ballers, bitch niggaz get your bucks up Got a king ranch, that'll make you put your trucks up It's looking like them other boys, ran all they luck up Damn sho' can't touch us, we them true bosses You know how we do it fool, we them blue flossers
[Hook: x2] Mayn I got to grip, my wood-wood wheel Mayn I got to grip, my wood-wood wheel Mayn I got to grip, my wood-wood wheel Trunk is steady pumping, grill steady coming
[PJ:] Switching lane to lane, gripping wood grain Trunk knocking tops dropping, it's a hood thang Just rolling through the neighborhood, holding slab Playas chunking up the deuce, when I hit the AVE. Drank po'ing, A.C. blowing Sun shining bright, but my screens still showing Bumper unlocking, yellow hoes bopping Two miles an hour, ain't doing no stopping I hit the button, recline the kit High-siding when I'm riding, cause I know I'm the shit Haters standing on the sideline, talking that trash Eyes scoping for the jackers, cause I'm anxious to blast Of course I'm having cash, just look at my ride Glass fo's candy do's, peanut butter insides I can't be denied, straight up out of Houston Working wood wheel, just laid back cruising
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[Sir Daily:] City lights on, now we headed to the club Long line of Caddy's, on the 4's and them dubs Everybody icy, so them chickenheads choosing Sideline watching, as the candy slab cruising Hit the parking lot, and it's time to shut it down Fall up in the spot, and I'm smelling like a pound Headed to the bar, for a shot of that Patrone Chicks on my dick, punching numbers in my phone Got my money long, cause I'm cashing them checks Boss Hogg Outlawz, here to serve and collect In that down South state, where the cash flow is great On feet when I skate, boulevard I'ma break Everybody paper chase, on the grind for that green I'ma shine for myself, I'ma shine for my team Puffing pounds of that green, you know I gotta get the kill Recline on the scene, as I work my wood wheel
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