(feat. Lil' Head, A3, DeLo, 2) 



[talking:] 

What's happening, Yung Redd-H.S.E. 

I'm in here with that S.L.A.B., Slow Loud And Bangin 

My nigga Trae, we's not playing know I'm saying 



[Hook:] 

Ay, it's that S-L-A-B 

Beating down your block, in the Hu-Humvee 

Nigga please, we riding on 33's 

With a yellow bopper, that's watching my TV's 

Ay, it's that S-L-A-B 

Beating down your block, in the Hu-Humvee 

Nigga please, you don't wanna see me 

Spitting at your bitch, as a P-I-M-P 



[Trae:] 

Body rock in a houpe, swanging droppers no time for boppers 

I'm rolling on in a Escalade, on a escapade 

Slip and sliding on cascade, button blades 

When I get crunk I'ma do the wave, with S-L-A-B for my team 

Duck your head I'm finna drop my screens, nigga we out of sight 

Showing my teeth and I'll light the night, and he get locked I'd fly the kite 

Pull me a bitch when I'm on a bike, not a motorbike but a beach cruiser 

Pay attention 'fore a nigga lose ya, verbally abuse ya give me a mic and I'ma do ya 

Touch my drop and I'ma shoot ya, from the Southside of Texas 

On down to Austin Texas, swanging swanging I'm reckless 

Ain't no time for the plexers, me D.B. and the Jay'Ton 

With T.O. and the Shaedron, DeLo, E when B wrecking 

I be down with the Jamaicans, we be flipping a Yukon 

Pushing bricks that weigh a ton, bumper clot nigga you'll be gone 

Didn't know I could wreck like this, thoed off when the mouth spit 

On the block with a thoed bitch, too legit for me to quit bitch 



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[Lil' Head:] 

Look, Lil' Head I'm on fire like that Weezy-Wee 

I got hoes in every city, that stay pleasing me 

Everytime I hit the block, it's a sight to see 

20 inches Sprewells, with that DVD 

I got bitches on my pickle, this shit is kinda simple 

Candy orange, the color of my luxury vehicle 

I'm hungry like a hippo, eating shrimps and stuff 

With a bad yellow bitch, with wide hips and butt 

See I'm a pimp by blood, it's all in my nature 

Fuck a hoe leave a hoe, sorry can't save ya 

See I'm quick to tell a bitch, don't you touch my car 

See that styrofoam cup, don't you touch my bar 

I'm a Houston hot boy, flipping a hot toy 

No fiends that spend cream, so I pistol rock boy 

From Hiram-Clarke to the Brae', it's a must I say 

That we all about our chips, like that Frito-Lay get at me 



[DeLo:] 

Slow Loud And Bangin, in a drop with screens 

PS2 with a DVD, let Ro K free when I'm at PB 

Ain't no tint so you hoes see me, showing up gripping wood 

Po'ing up looking good, Hiram-Clarke is still my hood 

Run up if you think you should, got AK's that'll rip your flesh 

With hollow tips that'll rip your vest, automatic finder won't cease to rest 

That's Superman you better cease the plex, got head busting when you least expect 

Got head suckers from East to West, S-L-A-B we be's the best 

Swang on a vine and I beat my chest, me Tarzan you be my Jane 

Don't want sex just give me brain, bone Clark Kent Ms. Louis Lane 

I'm a 007 by the name of James, on a mission to stack the change 

South Clique's my claim to fame all the rest respect the name, leaving niggaz feeling ashamed 



[Lil' B:] 

Game spitter wig splitter, yellow bopper go getter 

P-I-M-P, trying to stack mob figgas 

Gorilla killer better feel a nigga, I'm thoed in the brain 

Push a button let me screens rain, I'm L-I-L-B you feel me mayn 

Laid back and I'm on the road, Benjamin Franklins I'm gon fold 

Spinners off the wood grain mo-mo, pop the trunk and then let it glow 

Southside fa sho yeah we gon swang, Hiram-Clarke is where I leave my stain 

Till I swang and swang then set up shop, dare a nigga to try to touch my block 

Cause the glock is cocked, ready to release 

I'm young and raw with a mouthpiece that's thoed so cold, you don't wanna see a nigga explode 

Cause I'm heavy crawled out in a Cheve, these niggaz better let me be me 

That's all I can be, for S-L-A-B 



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[2:] 

You got the hand I got the dro, you got the money I got the hoe 

You got the crowd, I got the show 

You get the bid I got the flow, real niggaz ready to hit the Pen 

Drop down Volvo in the wind, serving these hoes from nine to ten 

Doing this here since way back when, all about hitting the skins 

Drop her off hit the wind, back on the block now it's on again 

Charge on pussy trafficking, P-I-M-P'ologist 

Got the green phsycologist, now you niggaz wanna ride to this 

S-L-A-B at you punk, hit the switch pop the trunk 

You niggaz really don't wanna fuck with us, like dangerous can't slang with us 

Matter fact you niggaz can't hang with us, in a right hand wheel done tang with us 

We done taken this game to a whole 'nother level, Slow Loud And Bang with us so it ain't no claiming us 



[Jay'Ton:] 

Ay, it's that boy Jay 

Tipping up the block, in a Hu-Humvay 

Nigga please, we repping S-L-A-B 

Body rocking and dropping, and flipping glass 3's 

White tee, starched down in my Sean jeans 

So clean, with a mouthpiece that'll go bling 

My team pulling up for the spotlight, and I know that it's not right 

But dropping a stretched bike, from Ike 

Blue over grey, with Trae and the Big Bice 

My chain be full of ice, and no it ain't nothing nice 

Keeping you looking twice, like hoes at a stop light 

It's S.L.A.B. that they recite, on a block in a late night 



[A3:] 

A3'zy I bring hat, seven screens fall in a Cadillac 

One false move I'll break your back, hull a nigga like I hull a track 

Leave a nigga out just like a mat, wrestle track when I bust a gat 

Catch me in the lot with the trunk cracked, swangas on fifth wheel it's laid back 

We slip and slide stride and glide, trunk kit committing suicide 

Lean in the Benz with the bubble eyes, everything we own is customized 

S.L.A.B. trick'll leave you hypnotized, upside is on the rise 

Gorilla nigga don't be surprised, Dead End till the day I die 



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