S.L.A.B. (Slow Loud And Bangin)

S.L.A.B. (Slow Loud And Bangin) - Puttin It In Yo Face lyrics

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(feat. Jimmy D, Shot G, 2)

[talking:]

Shot G, what's up Jimmy D baby

In here, with them S.L.A.B. soldiers

It's the L-A double, it go down

Say Trae, sing that shit

[Hook:]

Slow Loud Bangin, your block

With a super fly hoe, sideways in a drop

Constantly, we gotta put it in your face

Trying to shine full time, so we on a paper chase

Slow Loud Bangin, your block

With a super fly hoe, sideways in a drop

Constantly, we gotta put it in your face

We gotta put it, in your face baby

[Jimmy D:]

I keep the coupe sticky, and the motherfucking roof nifty

Open my do', look like Jiffy

Got all my playa partnas with me, bout to hit 6-10 and do a buck fifty

I ain't tripping, got the fo' pound thrust with me

Not thinking bout no jackers, not thinking bout no crackers

You run up I clap ya, your story ends sad ever after

And I'm still, rocking the ice tipping the deuce

Popping the roof, squat in the coupe

And I'm still loading the gats, busting the caps

Busting these cats, who don't think I work hard for that

He just hating, won't give me a card for that

I do a show, I get award for that

Thank God for that, wrecking on a Slow Loud

Trae burn me up a copy, I'ma turn it so loud

Pass by the hoes, got em screaming whoa now

Just ran through this bitch, you know she a hoe now

Thinking I'm her man, lil' mama slow down

Hit blue, while she talking I ain't hearing no sound

[Lil' B:]

Putting it all in your face, one two three times

If you wanna be my opponent, then I'ma knock ya down

With a left a right, I'm thoed and out of sight

Sipping syrup and Sprite, it's going down tonight

Got my 3-80 lady, if a nigga be acting shady

Pull his card baby, then I'm dropping him off in Cady

Niggaz acting crazy, but I'ma stay on my note

No need, for me to hide behind tint and cheap smoke

Pull out the garage, and swang hard

It's Lil' B, coming down the Boulevard

Putting it all in your face, just a skee taste

In love with superstars, with a itty-bitty waist

I'ma do it like Mase, and blind your eye

Everytime I step out, I'm known to get fly

Like my kon folk Trae, ball and parlay

Whether sunny or grey, we still tipping Fewquay

[Hook]

[Trae:]

Drop it in a six do', pearl L-dog

With the Shot, B, and Jimbo and the Catalog

Keeping the trunk knocking, broads bopping haters be jocking

Like I'm short stopping, I think it's cause my top dropping

On a Southside, block mayn

Lane to lane we off the chain, and I love it mayn

I lost my nigga, B-I-G M-E double L-O

Keeping a deuce out the roof, tipping on 84's

With Big B double E, can you see me

We T-I-N-T-E-D, with Lil' H-E-A-D

4'3 with the Ness, that's stanging like wasps

You try to collide with us, your body fin to wind up tossed

That's with or without a, we click though we could shot-a

Flipping up to Nevada, with a yellow bitch renada

I'm slow loud and we banging, block to block when I'm hanging

If I put it be aiming, till your body be stinking

[Shot G:]

Sitting sideways, fo' deep

It's that nigga, Shot G

I'm straight, from the streets

Catch me in the hood, standing on the block with my heat

I got a mouth, full of rocks

In my garage got a drop, in Clear Lake I got a yacht

When I hit the club, hoes bop

With the S.L.A.B. in the lab, it can't stop

[Hook]

[2:]

The Dirty South is the home, where the candy cars roam

From the Clarke to the stone, boy we balling on chrome

It's 3rd Coast Houston Texas, and we thugs that live reckless

Plus we young and we restless, so you better respect us

I keep a glock by my side, cause these niggaz like checkers

Try and jump when they can, but they bet not test us

Lil' 2 motherfuckers, and we flossing and flipping

Flipping and flossing, tossing them big body bosses

Getting lost in the wind, but we ball anyway

And if you try to stop my pay, then you can call it a day

AK's will spray, and tech nines we bust

Chop the blocks with our blades, and leave you hoes in the dust

[Dougie D:]

What is the dealy, cousin

Dougie be blazing tweedle-dee dumb, and sipping something

Do what we do on the grind constantly, and keep it crunking

With all the hoods state to state, driving while we getting drunk'n

Bitches be bopping, ready to come off they panties for us

Ride for us get down for us, we S.L.A.B. niggaz bitch in the do' and you can't hold us

See them bubble eyed, candy dripping all on the scene

We crawling down in a line, and looking fresh and so clean

Now tell me what it do, bone hard like a metal it means we banging Screw

Dougie D gon give it to you hoes, the way Dougie do

Better believe it, I'm gon represent until I'm through

Forever the S.L.A.B., is gonna continue mashing through

[Hook]

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