S.L.A.B. (Slow Loud And Bangin)

S.L.A.B. (Slow Loud And Bangin) - All I Have lyrics

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(feat. Trae, Paul Wall, Charlie Berry, Jay'Ton, Lil B)



[talking]

What's up baby, Paul Wall

I'm Slow, Loud And Bangin' baby

Color Changin' Click-Clack two in your back

Chamillionaire.com, I'm just saying though

We ain't even much tripping on these females

Like that you know I'm saying, these honey dips

We ain't loving these dips

Naw we loving our cars, you know I'm taln' bout

We loving our slabs, we treating our slabs

Like they our gals, you feel me

But uh, we gon let this music speak for itself

You know I'm tal'n bout, it's gon explain it

What's up Trae, break em off



[Trae]

See my slab is all I got, and it won't never change

You can see me top down on the block, bobbing and weaving through lanes

With the Color Changin' Click, so sick with a trunk banging

Paint staining leaving the block wet, just like as if it was raining

I ain't the one to be capping cat, but my slab be off the chain

Four T.V.'s and a PS3, tinted up high when I swang

Maabing in the old school, but I'm looking so playa

With a 4-4 cocked under my seat, cause I'm ready for haters

With wood all on my do's, 20's shining like I was smiling

Profiling like I'm a G, and a G is what I'ma be

I'm on dubs with my drop top, with a trunk popped

On a bop that wanna be jocking, my balling'll never stop



[Paul Wall]

When I pull up to the red light, people breaking they neck

Cause everybody rub a neck, and like I got in a wreck

I'm in a slab Jimmy slab, so I guess I should mention

That my purple people eater's, the center of attention

My car's kinda similar, to the leaves in Autumn

Cause the paint changing colors, and the T.V.'s falling

I'm in a foreign BMW, with the chrome all shimmering

The INS harass me, cause my car's an immigrant

My gray goose Mercedes, got a green card as well

With lap top T.V. screens, is sponsored by Dell

Chamillionaire.com satellite, I'm logged on when I drop

Posting messages until I arrive, I love my slab baby



[Hook: Charlie Berry]

See my slab, is all I haaave

Candy paint dripping, buck on leather

T.V.'s shining, swinging on glaaass

Top fell back, in sunny weather

Watching haters watch, as I fly paaass

In a old school, that floats like a feather

Roll slow up the block, and crawling my slaaab

Now they all know, we stacking our cheddar



[Jay'Ton]

I'm addicted to balling, my screens steady be falling

Dedicated to being playa, so them boppers be calling

And loving the way I swang, banging and gripping grain

Riding the boulevard, till the neighbors start to complain

Balling is a habit, and I can't stop if I wanted

I pop the trunk clicking screens, so my face'll be on it

I tried to stop and catch a bop, but my rims kept going

I'm crawling two miles per hour, so everybody be blowing

I'm 17 diamonds gleam, harder than Mr. Clean

Shining showing reflection, so niggaz think it's a dream

I'm a Southside S.L.A.B. nigga, representing it wreckless

With plates under my slab, that read "don't fuck with Texas"



[Lil B]

My seats recline in my slab, that's all I have fuck a lady

Cause I'm infatuated with droppers, and bubble eyes on Mercedes

Candy coated paint when I floss in the winter, or summer time

Still I be slip and sliding on buck, while my trunk stay on incline

I shine and I grind daily, bopping hoes wanna date me and rape me

But a nigga be dismissing 20 of em, my slab lady

Lately a nigga been in a daze, thinking bout the wood on my dash

So I commits to swing and bang beat up blocks, with my mind focused on cash

Won't crash holding my wood grain, Hiram-Clarke repping my hood mayn

Lil B repping S.L.A.B., Slow Loud and yes a nigga do bang

In a slab that's all I have, I'm still balling out of control

Sitting low crawl slow in a fo' do', as I drop my top screens unfold



[talking]

For real, know I'm tal'n bout

We love our slabs, more than these hoes

We put our money into our slabs, not these hoes

It's pimping, you know I'm saying, but shit

It's plain to see, I love to take the top off my bitch

Raise they ass up and wave it on you hoes

Slow, Loud And Bangin' style, you feel me

I know y'all feel me



[Hook]
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