(feat. Lil Head, Warren G, Kendro, J-Dub, Wayne Bell)



[Hook: Wayne Bell]

S.L.A.B., that's what a nigga represent

Four do's, behind the tint

You know, I still got love for my

S.L.A.B., swanging wide and looking thoed

That's how them S.L.A.B. niggaz roll

You know, we still Slow Loud And Bangin', S.L.A.B



[Lil Head]

Now why won't they pay me, Lakeisha and Brenda

See Brenda was the girl, that stayed across from Tammy

See Tammy told Lekeisha, I was up to no good

And all I did was sold dope, and grip on the wood

See Lakeisha never knew a thing, about Lil Head

All she knew the slab I'm flipping, shit it use to be red

She was amazed, from the orange over gray

I got your number I'ma holla back, now listen to Trae



[Trae]

Hopping out my slab, paint be shining like I was Puffy

A bad boy to the fullest, you nothing niggaz disgust me

Trae a gangsta and a pimp with a limp, more flyer than a blimp

With Dougie on the side, as he roll in the back with a clip

With me and Warren swanging a four, and like it's a Houpe

On the highway for the loot, and D-Bo hanging out the roof

To for them niggaz not knowing, we be on that other shit

Pop the trunk and banging shit, fo' do' tinted up type shit

Whether blue or red, we still proceed to turn a head

Introduce 'em to the sound, of a nigga that's bout his bread

Rep a nigga till he dead, everyday I gotta get it raw

This how I spit it, till a nigga see a mill ticket



[Lil B]

Creep and crawl in my fo' do', I let my ass end up

As I recline slide on buck, with drank in my cup

My screens digital, showing nothing but raw naked ass

Click the remote, and watch a hater as he bypass

With the automatic camera, secured by Viper

Give my bitch three feet, 'fore I become a sniper

A close street fighter, you don't want it with me

So it be best, you stay away from my S-L-A-B

When I creep it's late night, picking up your hoe

Bending corners in Hiram-Clarke, banging S.L.A.B. Volume 4

A pro that you know, by the name of Lil B

When I ride, I hide behind T-I-N-T



[Hook]



[Jay'Ton]

I creep the block late night, on a mission for cash

'93 road master, when I mash the gas

With Lil B and Lil T, when I'm flipping the South

What you know about them thugs, with karats up in they mouth

It's the S.L.A.B. Slow Loud And Bangin', representing for Texas

For haters that got plexes, we leaving you niggaz chestless

No games gon be played, if you fucking with me

It's the nigga Jay'Ton, from S-L-A-B



[Warren G]

Candy red Impala, it be my slab

Coming down the Boulevard, throwing deuce and dab

I ain't tripping just sipping, when I'm crawling slow

Blowing on the killa dro, I don't want no mo'

Gotta watch out for my car, cause it's my main

See my down the I-10, on them Euro's mayn

Me and the click getting raw, like Chi-Town and Utah

We the best you ever seen, like Rockets and Yao Ming

Don't stretch the slab, cause somebody will top you

Even if it's Shae, in that candy blue

Can't forget about BJ, he wet up too

South Klique and S.L.A.B., got niggaz sicker than the flu



[Dougie D]

Slow Loud And Bangin', up and down your block

Smoking sipping, and flipping flossing and dropping the top

Leaving the Boulevard wet, when I be pulling out

That there, ain't nothing but candy mayn

Fifth reclined, spiders be spinning up out my 4's

Screens lit, huffing and puffing and blowing dro

Lane to lane, swang and popping the trunk on you hoes

That's the way it goes down, in the Dirty you know

Slip and we sliding, riding high yeah we looking good

Like UGK, I got's to keep diamonds against the wood

Cutting corners and bending blocks, up in every hood

Behind tint, so you can't see what I'm doing



[Kendro]

S (S)-L(L)-A (A)-B (B)

Fo' do's behind tint, roof lift I'm getting bent

Hit the switch the trunk release, on them 4's

I play it you leave stuck, my slab as I flow

Bending corners against the grain, cracking the frame

Nigga bang or snooze, as I cruise on the block

My screens lit, time to clear the club parking lot

I'm one deep, so I got enough room for the bops



[J-Dub]

From a Houpe, back to a drop

J-Dub I'm getting shine on, through a school zone

Ain't no stopping for boppers, cause I got money on my mind

By the way that I blind, you can tell I ain't lying

Only 12 and a playa, and he running the family

You a hater move around, cause you ain't no kin to me

J-D-U-B, nigga F-U-K me

Baby edging, and ain't no way you can fade me



[Hook x2]