S.L.A.B. (Slow Loud And Bangin) - Gimme The Mic lyrics

rate me

(feat. T2, Trae, Lil B, Dougie D, Warren G, Pimp Skinny, )

[talking]

Yo, it's T2 and S.L.A.B

It's a remix, yes sir

[Trae]

They say that I'm not wrecking, I'm about to teach 'em a lesson

How niggaz get fucked over, when stepping off in my section

More graphic than X-Box, on Fox

With a red fox with red socks, and tank tops

Fucking with a fat bop, thoed huh the way I throw my shit together

On static, fanatic leather Gucci defining my letters

I'm bad like P. Diddy, on rapper spitting it shitty

In any city I'm gritty like the state, how you feeling

Now really, who you think gon be fucking around with that Trae

With my screens lit, swanging and banging on MLK

In a fo' do', tipping with Shae and the BJ

It's the G way, living it up in the SK

While bitches be on my dick, like a rubber that's blocking sperm

They gon learn, I can make it till where they wet as a sherm

My game straight as a perm, they never gon see it coming

Unless I be in a dropper, with the trunk flying bumping

[Lil B]

Give me the mic, and I bet you I go hard

When you plexing in Texas, I be pulling your hoe card

In the booth or in the Coupe

It really don't matter, we hitting hard like May Moop

While niggaz be bragging, about the diamonds on they tooth

These underground punks, putting out trash that's the truth

On for do-lo on low-low's, I stay up

Doing cats like Petey Pablo, we making 'em raise up

Think of jacking if you want me, it's best that you pay up

B'der smoking bullets sparking, I'm choking you haters (haters)

Play us if you think that you can, without a plan

Take a stand, watch I make a motherfucker say man

Can't stand how I'm wrecking a G, I'm Lil B

Ride or die for my people, S-L-A-B

The family who be dropping the bombs, leaving 'em stunned

Rocking steady for jelly, like Nelly we're number one

[Dougie D]

Who's stacking shit my nigga, give me the mic I bleed it

Pulverize it annihilate it, and punish and eat it

Slow loud and we banging, motherfuckers you know us

Disrespecting my click, we running these hoe niggaz over

Niggaz respect my gangsta, cause I come real with it

I could halk a hell of a hully lugie, give a lyric

We ripping the track, shit nothing for Dougie

Soon as I touch it it explode, combustible functions

Everytime that you hear me, you rewinding and spin it

Keep it pumping up in the speakers, you crunk and you feel it

Down in the Dirty Dirty, motherfuckers we soldiers

S.L.A.B. bitch, we locking and taking it over

[Warren G]

These niggaz, out of line get plugged

Stray in they chest, like a red beam slug

Don't give a damn to mean mugs, get slugs

Shae in the six riding, on dubs

Body rocking, shocking and dropping up in the club

Pass me a pint, so I can po' up a cup

Niggaz in my face, so I'm hollin' bitch what

I never give a fuck, about a Chi-Town thug (fuck that thug)

[Pimp Skinny]

Niggaz jumping fly, like they really want some

But you bumping your gum, ass niggaz don't want none

Pimp Skinny, bust that ass and leave you finished and done

Cause we S.L.A.B., H and haters getting hit with the bomb

Lyrical red rum, making Tweety Birds run

I'm a G ass nigga, and you can see it when I come

And fuck a contest, we done already won

Everytime that we drop black, bet you niggaz stop that

Real shit, plus the fact I represent

And drop you flat on your back, walking on niggaz like a do' mat

Busting like a gat, so you haters get the click-clack

S.L.A.B. nigga did that, underground going plat'

[Jay'Ton]

I'm in a 2003, dropper

Niggaz think I be playing, when I rolling on my choppers

Everytime I open my mouth, here come the boppers

24/7, I be running from the helicopters

Cause I'm a thug nigga, dropping chopping

Up on the block on the way to ATL, to holla at my nigga Shot

And when you do a concert, you know the crowd gon rock

It's the Jay'Ton, two thee off the lot

With J's up on my feet, swanging down the street

And when I find a freak, I'm pumping until I skeet

Just give me the mic, so I can wreck that hoe

It's Jay'Ton, in this bitch with that boy J-Mo

[T2]

I'm J'd up, you can tell by my clothes

I'm iced up, cause my whole body froze

16 years old, got the game on hold

You be thinking I'm slow man, cause your whole block hold

Just give me the light, cause I'm a thoed ass monster

Car standing tall, think my car made by Tonka

Candy coated Hummer, looking real good

When you in your airplane, see my face on the hood

It's all good, cause I ball like that

My screens falling so hard, left a dent in your back

It's like that, cause I'm a thoed guerilla

If you make this monster mad, I'ma hurt me a nigga

16 years young, dropping hits like bombs

I know why you hating playboy, I got your girl sprung

[Kepoe]

Kepoe the throwed hoe, that they hate to see coming

But I got to, cause I'm the only bitch bumping

Black mink with Loc's, eight hundred dolla coats

Fuck the game inside out, with no strokes

Dark and lovely, far from ugly that's me

Definition of, K-E-P-O-E

First lady of S.L.A.B., cock back and jab

Become a dangerous motherfucker, when I step in the lab

And I ain't playing, when I hit the Boulevard in a Jag

Top down trunk up, banging nothing but S.L.A.B

Before I take it out the door, I'm only letting you know

That I'm a certified bitch, known to wreck the flow

[Hook x4]

Just give me the mic, S.L.A.B. is in the do-o-or

And watch a nigga, wreck this flow