S.L.A.B. (Slow Loud and Bangin')
Put Yo Bets On Me
(feat. Kendro, Trae, Lil B, and 311)
[Intro x2]
Slow Loud And Bangin' we
Slow Loud And Bangin' we
Slow Loud And Bangin' we
Slow Loud And Bangin', for you hating ass niggaz
[Kendro]
See I plan to rip out ribs, and cut up shins
Twisting a couple of spines, since we still out on the grind
I came up from a sink, and worked my way up to a hund'
I'm throwing these chicks, have 'em spending like a ton
Now they feeling the boys, and two stepping a sorority
I treat 'em like Baby, rub it all in they face
I got a angry manage problem, dude I'm so rude
And crude and yet smooth, and they love how I move
And I went off backwards, pause and fast forward
I got the track on lock, and clown with one broad
From a distance I'ma spot em, ring 'em and bring 'em in
It's your boy Dro signing out, with two trends sweet
[talking]
It's the young coon, using his vocabulary
Adding mo' yemps to his chick-tionary
Putting it down with them S.L.A.B. boys
If you didn't know, it's the year 2 double 0-3 holla
[Hook x2]
Slow, Loud And Bangin'
You niggaz, better put your bets on me
Fuck what you thinking
Cause we be, the S-L-A-B
[Trae]
For them haters, I'm on another vibe
Cause these trash niggaz, wanna slip and slide they ass out they place
Like they don't know, get off the block I'm in a fo' do'
Mind gone top blown, slow and loud and I'm in the zone
Still Dirty South representing, with the dub up and I'm corner bending
On hating hoes with a bad temper, attitude like fuck a nigga
I'm forever Maabing with my guerillas, grinding on for the scrilla
I gotta be paid I can't be broke, ain't no taking me for no joke
Hop in a Benz burning past hoes, if they can't fuck then they can't go
I ain't capping baby I'ma keep it real, like forty diamonds off in my grill
If a nigga slip caps peel, then they wanna know why I pack the steel
M double A-B for L-I-F-E, you can't see me no more G
I think it's cause of T-I-N-T, pop the trunk T-R-A-E
In your face with a mug on, on the West where the thugs roam
Duck low you in a slug zone, full speed and we getting it on
Stick and move like left and right, this 16 I done spit it tight
Like a virgin feel me dog, the rap game I hog
[Hook x2]
[Lil B]
Swang wide when I'm on the block
Do's open, cause I pop the lock
Niggaz quick to jock, when they see a thug
Riding double deuces, on a set of dubs
Mink on my rug, candy do'
With Pimp Skinny, on a optimoe
We glide and ride, on the Southside
But some of these niggaz, just qualified
I'm certified, when it comes to rap
Fuck around, and catch a bitch slap
When I flip my tongue, dropping bombs
Tweety bird niggaz, don't want none
Better stay calm, when I work my mouth
S.L.A.B. is coming, to break you off
From the Dirty South, and that is a fact
Lil B, gon lead the pack
Place a bet on that, or gon move ar
[Intro x2]
Slow Loud And Bangin' we
Slow Loud And Bangin' we
Slow Loud And Bangin' we
Slow Loud And Bangin', for you hating ass niggaz
[Kendro]
See I plan to rip out ribs, and cut up shins
Twisting a couple of spines, since we still out on the grind
I came up from a sink, and worked my way up to a hund'
I'm throwing these chicks, have 'em spending like a ton
Now they feeling the boys, and two stepping a sorority
I treat 'em like Baby, rub it all in they face
I got a angry manage problem, dude I'm so rude
And crude and yet smooth, and they love how I move
And I went off backwards, pause and fast forward
I got the track on lock, and clown with one broad
From a distance I'ma spot em, ring 'em and bring 'em in
It's your boy Dro signing out, with two trends sweet
[talking]
It's the young coon, using his vocabulary
Adding mo' yemps to his chick-tionary
Putting it down with them S.L.A.B. boys
If you didn't know, it's the year 2 double 0-3 holla
[Hook x2]
Slow, Loud And Bangin'
You niggaz, better put your bets on me
Fuck what you thinking
Cause we be, the S-L-A-B
[Trae]
For them haters, I'm on another vibe
Cause these trash niggaz, wanna slip and slide they ass out they place
Like they don't know, get off the block I'm in a fo' do'
Mind gone top blown, slow and loud and I'm in the zone
Still Dirty South representing, with the dub up and I'm corner bending
On hating hoes with a bad temper, attitude like fuck a nigga
I'm forever Maabing with my guerillas, grinding on for the scrilla
I gotta be paid I can't be broke, ain't no taking me for no joke
Hop in a Benz burning past hoes, if they can't fuck then they can't go
I ain't capping baby I'ma keep it real, like forty diamonds off in my grill
If a nigga slip caps peel, then they wanna know why I pack the steel
M double A-B for L-I-F-E, you can't see me no more G
I think it's cause of T-I-N-T, pop the trunk T-R-A-E
In your face with a mug on, on the West where the thugs roam
Duck low you in a slug zone, full speed and we getting it on
Stick and move like left and right, this 16 I done spit it tight
Like a virgin feel me dog, the rap game I hog
[Hook x2]
[Lil B]
Swang wide when I'm on the block
Do's open, cause I pop the lock
Niggaz quick to jock, when they see a thug
Riding double deuces, on a set of dubs
Mink on my rug, candy do'
With Pimp Skinny, on a optimoe
We glide and ride, on the Southside
But some of these niggaz, just qualified
I'm certified, when it comes to rap
Fuck around, and catch a bitch slap
When I flip my tongue, dropping bombs
Tweety bird niggaz, don't want none
Better stay calm, when I work my mouth
S.L.A.B. is coming, to break you off
From the Dirty South, and that is a fact
Lil B, gon lead the pack
Place a bet on that, or gon move ar