(feat. Yung Chris, Shyna, Lil' B, Boss Hogg, Jay-Ten, K.)



[talking]

S.L.A.B., Slow Loud And Bangin'

This Young Chris from the West, we pulling out baby

We in a platinum line ha, beating your trunk off

Go on turn your knock up, and if you got plex

Nigga catch a square, anytime any place anywhere bitch



[Hook: Shyna]

We dropping the tops

Tipping on glass, crawling up the block

We hogging the lanes, yeah

24's spinning, and they ain't gon stop

I'm riding my slab

Waving my trunk, while I'm gripping grain

I'm doing my thang, yeah

Slow Loud And Bangin', niggaz know what I claim



[Lil' B]

When I pull out drop the top, won't park cause I roam the lot

Hit BJ tell him meet me at the spot, just in case a jacker want what I got

I'm in a 6-9 Cheve old school, platinum with the pop do's fool

Chrome grill on the nose fool, with 4-4's wrapped up and vogues too

I'll hit the Av' banging S.L.A.B., in a slab crawling like a crab

Niggaz don't wanna give me dab, cause my 12's hit hard like a jab

Niggaz know it when I show it, pop the trunk and neons glow it

Lil' B from H still holding, with the belts fifth wheel and bumper folded



[Boss]

See me in my wide ride, everything to the left side

HGC on my plates right, inside got do's suicide

Engine power gliding on monoxide, flo' master

Run up on the 7-deuce Boss gon blast ya, better have a prayer with a hell of a pastor

Pull up and pop the trunk like Fat Pat, roll one deep with a fat black gat

Platinum with DJ Screw blue in the back, eight switches with the top on crack

Swanging the lane on the swangas I swang, banging the trunk in the slab with the grain

Flipping through hoods you can't flip through again, smashing my gas then I'm off in the wind

Off in the wind they like the Lincoln I ride the Cheve, banging slow loud and tipping heavy

I didn't pull it out till the car was ready, Southside still holding steady

Cat fish on 4's in the Buick, jamming Slow Loud And Bangin' music

Black swangas on a black Eldorado, enough to make niggaz lose it



[Hook]



[Jay'Ton]

I'm gripping grain up in a Lac, 20 inches six 12's in the back

My name stitched all on the seats, like 8 Ball we sitting fat

Ain't no T.V.'s got mirrors falling, for the 2K5 you gon see me balling

When I hit West state you gon see me hauling, in the platinum Fleetwood slab that I'm crawling

Pulling up dubs raised, from the way I dress you know I stay paid

Game so thoed I'm pimping mayn, from the way I spit you know I stay laid

Half of karats all around my neck, slow and loud when I bang my set

Haters chill 'fore your ass get wrecked, six digits when I cash my check



[Trae]

Right now shit be smooth sailing, fo' 24's everytime I'm bailing

Gotta watch what these hating ass niggaz telling, every single one of us known felons

Asshole bitch and that's what I'm repping, fo' do' Cheve with a loaded weapon

White tee's and kicks everytime I'm stepping, I'm a G and a pimp and a thugging veteran

Why these hoes be steady bopping, why my rims ain't never stopping

Why my slab be oh so wide, with a reclinable fifth that's known for dropping

Bleek on black and I bet he chopping, Boss on juice then I bet he hopping

Ro on the passenger side of my truck, if a jacker running up then I bet he popping



[K]

Pulling up at the light trunk on lock, got the 12 gauge ready with the 4-5 cocked

Hogging the lane, black on black with six twelves

A six pack nigga did that, swanging hard in a wide frame

Steady banging Slow Loud And Bang, pop the trunk let the fifth wheel hang

Hoes steady wanna know my name it's K, all I like to do ball and parlay

On the paper chase with the nigga Trae, South Klique everyday all day

With the Warren G, Lil' B, Jay'Ton and J2

Chunking the deuce up out the roof, in a seven deuce on 22's



[Hook]