(feat. Z-Ro, Cl'Che, Mr. 3-2, 2) 



[talking] 

Ha-ha-ha-ha-ha, it's hot than a bitch 

Now that we done got rich 

I'm fin to throw a home run pitch, know I'm tal'n bout 



[Hook] 

When I slam candy do's, (I'ma show you how it go) 

When I push a wide load, (I'ma show you how it go) 

When I pull bad hoes, (I'ma show you how it go) 

Piece and chain to the flo', (I'ma show you how it go) 

When I crawl in a drop, (I'ma show you how it go) 

Make a bumper unlock, (I'ma show you how it go) 

Make a hating nigga stop, (I'ma show you how it go) 

Ha, (I'ma show you how it go) 



[Trae] 

I'll forever be the nigga, crawling down so thoed 

In a wide body tipping, and tossing on 84's 

With my 18's shaking and rocking, in slow-mo 

With my roll dogs, spitting and fucking with your hoe 

In the late night, we block skaters and raiders 

And yellow bone penetrators, with more do' than a vega 

Better pray for the haters, I'm unknown like Jaga 

And for the common denominator, a microphone breaker 

Bone hard, rolling the Boulevard 

A nigga be talking down, the nigga be getting scarred 

Piece and chain to the flo', with a thoed Roy Jones 

Ten thousand in my mouth, diamonds all in my earlobe 

We ain't broke no mo', nigga we looking good 

Representing for my hood, wish a motherfucker would 

And would try to talk down, when I'm stepping in the do' 

And if you ain't know, then I'ma show you how it go fa sho 



[Cl'Che] 

S-L-A-B, M double A-B 

C-L-C-H-E, we hot in this industry 

We mobbing and balling, Cl'Che gon show you how it go 

And if you hoes wanna hate, you can answer out the do' 

Still dropping these flows, still sexy and petite 

Still gangsta bitch, with an attitude from the streets 

See a rocking show from Mello, C. Ward and Guerilla Maab 

Still hanging on Hollywood Boulevard 

With my West Coast rider Ms. Toi, we flashing them boys 

Showing 'em how it go, and how a bitch can go hard 

From this Dirty 3rd, but you ain't heard 

But I bet you hear of me now, cause S.L.A.B. is the word 

Underground for my real niggaz, and real chicks 

That wanna listen to some raw shit 

Cause that's how it go, when you stumble up on a masterpiece 

You can't help but feel a bitch, like me Cl'Che 



[Lil B] 

I'ma show you how it go, down here in H-Town 

Young slim ass nigga, that'll let my top down 

Still swang the 'Vard, it don't stop 

Heater on cock, bout to pull your bop ha 

Body rocking and shocking it, like this 

20 years old, with plenty rocks up on my wrist 

Sunkist up in my cup, plenty purple stuff 

With the Rob and Chris G, slip and sliding on buck 

All hoes getting fucked, on the late night 

Nigga feeling freaky, so you better lay right 

Tie your shoes tight, but take 'em off in the bed 

For a Hiram-Clarke nigga, that's known to turn heads 

Never been scared, to beam infrared 

On a hater that's talking down on the click, he's dead 

Never been afraid, but I never been a punk 

So you niggaz best believe, Lil B gon make you jump 

12 gauge pump, letting off a shotty 

South Klique guerillas for real, we bout it bout it 

Know to get bout it, when you step out of line 

I'm a killer for scrilla, with drug dealers on the grind 

I'ma touch down, on the Grapevine 

With that nigga Lil D, and that Tip-Toe gon shine 

Bump and grind, with a thoed sugar brown 

I be cocking her leg back, running all in her spine 



[Hook] 



[2] 

I'ma show you how it goes, down here we roll 4's 

Bumper kit screens lit, with pop trunks that glow 

Playa fa sho, this is how it goes down 

Screwed up, so you know we slowed down 

When niggaz plex, you know we throw down 

Like the wild wild West, a motherfucking show down 

Whoa now, I think your heart's beating too fast 

Better calm your nerves, 'fore I put some heat in that ass 

With cocked glocks, underneath the seat and the dash 

In the drop top, red beam be in the Jag 

I pop collars, and baby I look good in a slab 

Like a rotweiler nigga, in the hood when I'm mad 



[Dougie D] 

When I pull up sitting down, low up on drop 

Bitches bopping and watch, as the trunk is on knock 

You wanna pull a bad hoe, it really ain't nothing to it 

Like the Nike, Dougie gon show you just straight up how to do it 

Keep my gleam on glow, piece and chain to the flo' 

Every record I drop, from now on is going gold 

When I ride the track 

I'm huffing and puffing, and blowing out the sack 

We keeping it crunk in here, from the front to back 

We S-L-A-B and we represent for that, and we smash for cash 

So throwed with it huh, you never did figure 

That we could roll with it huh, we keep this bitch wired up 



[Z-Ro] 

I'm in the turning lane, bringing pain simple and plain 

Screens rain on top of thangs, surrounded by wood grain 

Leaving a permanent stain, on your mind 

Our people coming up, and now you jackers going down 

H-Town the city, no pity is being shown 

Like Frank Nitty I'm nifty with a Tre 5-7, so bring it on 

Domes are in danger, got one in the chamber 

When my bitch get wild, my trigga finger can tame her 

I can't name a nigga, that done took my nuts 

Get out of line if you wanna, nothing but hooks and upper cuts 

To your jaw, the end won't be low in a Bentley 

Only real estate and property, we living rent-free 

On top of our game, on top of our change (like that) 

Touching niggaz from eighty feet, I got that aim (like that) 

With blood rushing out a stab wound, that's how I flow 

Try to check me get a sonic boom, that's how it go 



[Mr. 3-2] 

Hot, gliding on a mill I made 

Glocks, full lit another life I take 

My spot, ain't nothing bout that fake 

I got, a lot of bitches I'm gon break 

I shot, this nigga for being a cake 

I'm hot, just like the dice I shake 

Think not, bitch I got money to take 

While wait, how many jaws I break 

Big break, I'ma make that real fast 

Put my foot up on the gas, and I'm ready to mash 

Haul ass now hoe, I'm ready to go 

Get some six from the sto', po'ing up me a 4 



[Hook]