S.L.A.B. (Slow Loud and Bangin')
S.l.a.b.'s On The Rise
(feat. Redd, Lil B, Trae, Jay Ton, A3, and ShowTyme)
[talking]
Yeah, these niggaz better brush their game up Trae
Know I'm saying, this Yung Redd, 7-1-3
Hustlers Stackin', and I'm S.L.A.B. riding know I'm saying
Front back side to side, it's Yung Reezie y'all
I got my money right, know I'm saying
Where you at Trae (right here), Guerilla Maab (fa sho)
Yeah-yeah, (you know it go down mayn, that 2K3
It's bout time we put it in they face
S.L.A.B. SLow, Loud And Bangin', on this underground shit
You feel what I'm saying, we been doing this shit for years
Over and over, you can't fuck with us, Redd holla at me)
[Yung Redd]
Nevermind the fact, I was born to rap
I'm this and that, I'm riding in a Cadillac
With a gat in my lap, and a extra strap
To leave these haters, flat on they back whoa
Tell the bitch, come ride with a star
Cause I got rims poking, out the side of my car
I could never get enough, of they bras and card
That ain't all, I love to ball
It's over mayn, some of these niggaz out here
Done fell out, on they game
When I call your name, and snatch your chain
Nigga please, money ain't a thang
So I ride on the block, in a black Impala
Pop my collar, can't stop and holla
Better take notes see I'm a scholar
I'm a leader, these hoes follow
See I don't, swang and bang
Playboy, that ain't my thang
You need to quit, making songs about us
And get your change, we cook it we cut it
We hustle and think nothing of it, the way I hit the block
With them rocks, boy you gotta love it
It's Yung Redd y'all, still I'm a Hustler Stackin'
We got em mad, with no record I went platinum
Most of these niggaz rapping, ain't seeing no action
I'm one deep in the streets, with my heat let's get it cracking
[Lil' B]
Watch a nigga swang wide, when I'm riding solo
Pick up your hoe, when I'm in my fo' do'
Diamonds glisten, on the wood mo-mo
These underground weak rappers, style is hobo
4-4 dumping off in your Polo, logo making you haters go-go
Solo, under the ground like do-do
S.L.A.B. hitting hard like Sammy Soso, let the top down in a drop
Lil B the type, to make a nigga breathing stop
Call the cops, kick up rocks
Cause you niggaz know, we got this underground on lock
With a pen and pad, and a grind zone
Steady shining, like rhinestones
Keep number one haters, minds blown
Slow, Loud And Bangin' to the day I'm gone
Steady checking and recking, and going off in the booth
Slow, Loud And Bangin' is the group
Beat the tracks right up, like hot chicken soup
Y'all niggaz don't wanna go to war, with a troop
For loot we cock glocks, beat up blocks
And then set up shop, we still living the life of hard knocks
Grind 24/7, all around the clock
[Trae]
When I pull up on the block, I glock the 4-0
Never ever been a hoe, lace up and let's go
Whether friend or a foe, I weave and the th
[talking]
Yeah, these niggaz better brush their game up Trae
Know I'm saying, this Yung Redd, 7-1-3
Hustlers Stackin', and I'm S.L.A.B. riding know I'm saying
Front back side to side, it's Yung Reezie y'all
I got my money right, know I'm saying
Where you at Trae (right here), Guerilla Maab (fa sho)
Yeah-yeah, (you know it go down mayn, that 2K3
It's bout time we put it in they face
S.L.A.B. SLow, Loud And Bangin', on this underground shit
You feel what I'm saying, we been doing this shit for years
Over and over, you can't fuck with us, Redd holla at me)
[Yung Redd]
Nevermind the fact, I was born to rap
I'm this and that, I'm riding in a Cadillac
With a gat in my lap, and a extra strap
To leave these haters, flat on they back whoa
Tell the bitch, come ride with a star
Cause I got rims poking, out the side of my car
I could never get enough, of they bras and card
That ain't all, I love to ball
It's over mayn, some of these niggaz out here
Done fell out, on they game
When I call your name, and snatch your chain
Nigga please, money ain't a thang
So I ride on the block, in a black Impala
Pop my collar, can't stop and holla
Better take notes see I'm a scholar
I'm a leader, these hoes follow
See I don't, swang and bang
Playboy, that ain't my thang
You need to quit, making songs about us
And get your change, we cook it we cut it
We hustle and think nothing of it, the way I hit the block
With them rocks, boy you gotta love it
It's Yung Redd y'all, still I'm a Hustler Stackin'
We got em mad, with no record I went platinum
Most of these niggaz rapping, ain't seeing no action
I'm one deep in the streets, with my heat let's get it cracking
[Lil' B]
Watch a nigga swang wide, when I'm riding solo
Pick up your hoe, when I'm in my fo' do'
Diamonds glisten, on the wood mo-mo
These underground weak rappers, style is hobo
4-4 dumping off in your Polo, logo making you haters go-go
Solo, under the ground like do-do
S.L.A.B. hitting hard like Sammy Soso, let the top down in a drop
Lil B the type, to make a nigga breathing stop
Call the cops, kick up rocks
Cause you niggaz know, we got this underground on lock
With a pen and pad, and a grind zone
Steady shining, like rhinestones
Keep number one haters, minds blown
Slow, Loud And Bangin' to the day I'm gone
Steady checking and recking, and going off in the booth
Slow, Loud And Bangin' is the group
Beat the tracks right up, like hot chicken soup
Y'all niggaz don't wanna go to war, with a troop
For loot we cock glocks, beat up blocks
And then set up shop, we still living the life of hard knocks
Grind 24/7, all around the clock
[Trae]
When I pull up on the block, I glock the 4-0
Never ever been a hoe, lace up and let's go
Whether friend or a foe, I weave and the th