(feat. Jimmy D, Shot G, 2) 



[talking:] 

Shot G, what's up Jimmy D baby 

In here, with them S.L.A.B. soldiers 

It's the L-A double, it go down 

Say Trae, sing that shit 



[Hook:] 

Slow Loud Bangin, your block 

With a super fly hoe, sideways in a drop 

Constantly, we gotta put it in your face 

Trying to shine full time, so we on a paper chase 

Slow Loud Bangin, your block 

With a super fly hoe, sideways in a drop 

Constantly, we gotta put it in your face 

We gotta put it, in your face baby 



[Jimmy D:] 

I keep the coupe sticky, and the motherfucking roof nifty 

Open my do', look like Jiffy 

Got all my playa partnas with me, bout to hit 6-10 and do a buck fifty 

I ain't tripping, got the fo' pound thrust with me 

Not thinking bout no jackers, not thinking bout no crackers 

You run up I clap ya, your story ends sad ever after 

And I'm still, rocking the ice tipping the deuce 

Popping the roof, squat in the coupe 

And I'm still loading the gats, busting the caps 

Busting these cats, who don't think I work hard for that 

He just hating, won't give me a card for that 

I do a show, I get award for that 

Thank God for that, wrecking on a Slow Loud 

Trae burn me up a copy, I'ma turn it so loud 

Pass by the hoes, got em screaming whoa now 

Just ran through this bitch, you know she a hoe now 

Thinking I'm her man, lil' mama slow down 

Hit blue, while she talking I ain't hearing no sound 



[Lil' B:] 

Putting it all in your face, one two three times 

If you wanna be my opponent, then I'ma knock ya down 

With a left a right, I'm thoed and out of sight 

Sipping syrup and Sprite, it's going down tonight 

Got my 3-80 lady, if a nigga be acting shady 

Pull his card baby, then I'm dropping him off in Cady 

Niggaz acting crazy, but I'ma stay on my note 

No need, for me to hide behind tint and cheap smoke 

Pull out the garage, and swang hard 

It's Lil' B, coming down the Boulevard 

Putting it all in your face, just a skee taste 

In love with superstars, with a itty-bitty waist 

I'ma do it like Mase, and blind your eye 

Everytime I step out, I'm known to get fly 

Like my kon folk Trae, ball and parlay 

Whether sunny or grey, we still tipping Fewquay 



[Hook] 



[Trae:] 

Drop it in a six do', pearl L-dog 

With the Shot, B, and Jimbo and the Catalog 

Keeping the trunk knocking, broads bopping haters be jocking 

Like I'm short stopping, I think it's cause my top dropping 

On a Southside, block mayn 

Lane to lane we off the chain, and I love it mayn 

I lost my nigga, B-I-G M-E double L-O 

Keeping a deuce out the roof, tipping on 84's 

With Big B double E, can you see me 

We T-I-N-T-E-D, with Lil' H-E-A-D 

4'3 with the Ness, that's stanging like wasps 

You try to collide with us, your body fin to wind up tossed 

That's with or without a, we click though we could shot-a 

Flipping up to Nevada, with a yellow bitch renada 

I'm slow loud and we banging, block to block when I'm hanging 

If I put it be aiming, till your body be stinking 



[Shot G:] 

Sitting sideways, fo' deep 

It's that nigga, Shot G 

I'm straight, from the streets 

Catch me in the hood, standing on the block with my heat 

I got a mouth, full of rocks 

In my garage got a drop, in Clear Lake I got a yacht 

When I hit the club, hoes bop 

With the S.L.A.B. in the lab, it can't stop 



[Hook] 



[2:] 

The Dirty South is the home, where the candy cars roam 

From the Clarke to the stone, boy we balling on chrome 

It's 3rd Coast Houston Texas, and we thugs that live reckless 

Plus we young and we restless, so you better respect us 

I keep a glock by my side, cause these niggaz like checkers 

Try and jump when they can, but they bet not test us 

Lil' 2 motherfuckers, and we flossing and flipping 

Flipping and flossing, tossing them big body bosses 

Getting lost in the wind, but we ball anyway 

And if you try to stop my pay, then you can call it a day 

AK's will spray, and tech nines we bust 

Chop the blocks with our blades, and leave you hoes in the dust 



[Dougie D:] 

What is the dealy, cousin 

Dougie be blazing tweedle-dee dumb, and sipping something 

Do what we do on the grind constantly, and keep it crunking 

With all the hoods state to state, driving while we getting drunk'n 

Bitches be bopping, ready to come off they panties for us 

Ride for us get down for us, we S.L.A.B. niggaz bitch in the do' and you can't hold us 

See them bubble eyed, candy dripping all on the scene 

We crawling down in a line, and looking fresh and so clean 

Now tell me what it do, bone hard like a metal it means we banging Screw 

Dougie D gon give it to you hoes, the way Dougie do 

Better believe it, I'm gon represent until I'm through 

Forever the S.L.A.B., is gonna continue mashing through 



[Hook]