Lyrics:
When the slabs in the city beat
That screw off in the back
Poking eye, keep them spinners
Eating Frenchy's chicken dinner
Family came from 3rd Ward Scott
the drop, sittin low, 84s lookin dangerous
My swagga got me in da hood lookin like I was famous
My naked wrist look like it got hit by a couple of paintas
I'm
the drop, sittin low, 84s lookin dangerous
My swagga got me in da hood lookin like I was famous
My naked wrist look like it got hit by a couple of paintas
I'm
the nigga in the hood
These little homies wanna be like
I got when shit was good
But now-a-days off in this street life
These niggaz switch it on you
Quick
Hoes get the most not the lesser
VERSE:
You can catch me in a slab, riding dirty, in that Candy Paint
Sittin sideways, Paul Wall, sipping Purple Drank
motherfucker
The truth is in the building and I came tonight
And I done sold so many records, change my name to life
Cause I can breathe into the hood, make
I drop out?
Maybe I was blind, in a way I was ignorant
Little knucklehead from my hood was still innocent
Coulda said, "Loc, what I'm doin ain't
Smoke somethin', bitch
U-G-K, hold up, talkin' bout, uh
Pimp C P.A. Trill nigga
Polo fuck that Hilfiger
Made myself a ghetto star
On the slab
Smoke somethin', bitch
U-G-K, hold up, talkin' bout, uh
Pimp C P.A. Trill nigga
Polo fuck that Hilfiger
Made myself a ghetto star
On the slab
Smokin' out, pourin' up, puttin' dick up in yo' slut
All my cars got leather and wood, in my hood we call it buck
Smokin' out, pourin' up, puttin' dick up
Smokin' out, pourin' up, puttin' dick up in yo' slut
All my cars got leather and wood, in my hood we call it buck
Smokin' out, pourin' up, puttin' dick up
screw in my veins
And the way I swang
Swang
You can tell its screw in my veins
Slow beat with bang
You can tell it's screw in my veins
Uh
Slab it out
Entertaining up in my slab, got 'em riding my jock
Throwback "Fondren & Main", got 'em doing the wop
See the mind frame is fast, and the wide frame is slow
My
track
Since I been on you
I think i been the man
Since back in grade-school
Brother used to whip a slab he'd always let the bass boom
Daytons cost a rack
a pose
I'm still ridin' on elbows, in eighty-threes and eighty-fo's
The gangsta slab is what I flip, wood grain is what I grip
That purple drank is what
closing candy blue doors
From the old caddy coupe to the new blue Rolls
I'm from the hood living good, so I'm pimping
I ain't got my plaque in yet, but
at Diddy in a Sean John sweatsuit
I felt ambushed by New York niggas
Live by the code, die by the code (it's still west side though)
Never been a hoe,
homie I'm the same
Inside these streets I'm a permanent lane
I'm still in the hood, black whip black vest
Black ice eighty grand
With a couple black ticks
[Chorus]
Neighborhood supa stars
It's them boys with the candy sprayed on their cars [x4]
Bitch you might not know me, but in my hood I'm famous
Ay Jeezy, wassup my nigga?
Yeah, this ya boy Lil Buddy, what's hatnin, man, I ain't seen ya in a minute
Yeah, man I'm keepin' it hood, my nigga,
think you could do what Cl' do
Originar SLAB rider, coming through
Cl'Che, Trae, Dougie D we love to do
When you hating on we do
And the do is in you i
stacks
In a Lac with the swangas dipped in black
Fuck fly bitch I'm bringing
The thugging back
I know my niggaz in the hood be loving that
Wanna raise
the top and get in motion
Wide body pocking , paint wetter then tha ocean
Swanging in the open ,boss hogging till the road ends
Down in texas by
got diamonds on the brain
If it ain't a slab better get up out the lane
Diamonds in my grill got the hood off the chain
Don't worry bout a thing
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