S.L.A.B. (Slow Loud And Bangin) - What You Gone Do lyrics

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(feat. Mike D, J-Doe, 311, Big Pup)

[talking]

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

Niggaz thought we was missing in action

But now we back in they face

Tell me what the fuck they gon do, now that we

[Ludacris]

We bout to take off, so F what you heard

Because my side mirrors flap, like a fucking bird

And for the fools we gon clock one, and we'll pop one

Cause my folk riding shot gun, with a shotgun [x2]

[Hook x4]

Tell me what you gon do

When, I'm coming for you

[Jay'Ton]

Who a nigga 17, that you know with a strap

It's Jay'Ton, coming from the lower part of the map

Watch what you say bitch, cause your phones is tapped

I'm riding in my Buick, creeping with my heat in my lap

When you see me coming move, 'fore you get ranned over

Can't you see, that the Down South is taking over

If you don't believe me bitch, I'ma have to smoke you

You gon be that next witness, meeting up with Jehovah

Tell me what you gon do, when I grab my tool

And I cock that bitch back, fin to (act a fool)

So tell me what you gon do, when I swoop the block

And kick your do' with thugs, that'll (act a fool)

[Lil B]

You a chump ass nigga, that I really don't bar

That's why I'm grabbing a Mack, letting off shots through your car

Who I are, Lil Beezie fa sheezie I leave em greasy

When you get out of line, I promise you gon have to see me

Believe me, I bust rounds until my clip is empty

You tell me fuck around and rush with a pitbull attitude, not friendly

You rookie, that's sweeter than a fresh odor spanked Ma cookie

Better duck before I bust, and leave you wetter than some hot pussy

[Mike D]

Give a fuck, nigga

Pulling up slow-mo, ready to buck nigga

I'm out the rooftop let out duck nigga, too late you got stuffed

That's what they get for playing with me, I don't give a fuck

Mike D Corleone, bitch I'm back home

Playing spot back, so nigga bring that shit on

That glock your own, gon be hurting tonight

Hit it ghetto-burg yellow tape, working tonight

I'm like good yay dog, if you serve it right

But don't play my nerves nigga, I'm the nervous type

I got a itchy itchy itchy, itchy trigga finger

Let the K drop out, a hundred shots in you

[Trae]

Hit your block, in a black mask

On they ass, flipping in a Nova

Coming out, strapped up like a soldier

When I hit the lights, you know it's over

Ain't no drivebys, on you wise guys

On the low, coming and slide guys

In a Maab, labeled no guide lines

In all black, with no bean pies

Tell me what you gon do, when I'm coming

They be coming the rhythm, I ain't bumping

And I bob and I weave, and a left

And a right quick blow, till your head be lumping

And it ain't, no Baretta

When I'm face to face, coming to get you

Hit you with Guerilla Maab, and that S.L.A.B. squad

With red dots, so we don't miss you

[Hook x4]

[J-Doe]

I'm so tired, of being humble (humble)

I'm fins to hit your block, in that Matchbox black Hummer

Hit the lock, and let it rumble (let it rumble)

'Fore it's missiles twist and turn, plus them hoes tumble

Hold the rock, we never fumble (never fumble)

When it hit, you feel the burn scream and just mumble

It's S-Dub Vaulters (Vaulters)

Walking around, with two toasters on the holsters

And if it's drama, I'm the closest (I'm the closest)

Don't need to invite us, bitch we the hostess

It's Dub-V and S.L.A.B. (S.L.A.B.)

Somebody call Sound Scan, cause these tracks getting S.L.A.B-ed

[311]

Y'all already know, we the cream of the crop

Whatever bitch that's throwing his gums, then that's the bitch we gon drop

We keeping it hotter than a sauna, your whole click fin to get rolled over

Like a stick of dro when I blow you, left-right uppercut when I fold you

S-L-A-B repping, betting none of you niggaz can come and bump with it

Holding it down throughout H-Town, all the way back to Tex-City

3 let it get loose again, S.L.A.B. hitting hoes choosing and

Running these old turtle ass niggaz, back up in they shells again

We bout to blow you to the table, crush the tension

We done had enough of the small talk, and enough lip from you bitches

So keep your smiles and kisses, friendly shit out that bitches

I'm the type of nigga that'll turn a so-called gangsta, back religious

[Big Pup]

Here I come, coming to get you

You niggaz don't get the picture, till 40 rounds come hit you

I'm the hard nigga, in this bitch with Maab niggaz

And we disregard niggaz, cause we taking charge nigga

You was running your mouth uh, now that's gon

Make a nigga run in your house, and put the gun in your mouth

I see the fear in your eyes, bitch

If I so much as see a tear in your eyes, I'm gon materialize

You better realize, me and my niggaz we be Guerillas

Some go-getters, so if I want you I'ma go get you

I'm bout to go nigga, nothing else matter

When the 40 hit your brain, won't nothing else splatter

[Hook x4]