Текст песни S.L.A.B. f Lil Head, Warren G, Kendro, J - What I Represent
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[Hook: Wayne Bell]S.L.A.B., that`s what a nigga representFour do`s, behind the tintYou know, I still got love for myS.L.A.B., swanging wide and looking thoedThat`s how them S.L.A.B. niggaz rollYou know, we still Slow Loud And Bangin`, S.L.A.B[Lil Head]Now why won`t they pay me, Lakeisha and BrendaSee Brenda was the girl, that stayed across from TammySee Tammy told Lekeisha, I was up to no goodAnd all I did was sold dope, and grip on the woodSee Lakeisha never knew a thing, about Lil HeadAll she knew the slab I`m flipping, shit it use to be redShe was amazed, from the orange over grayI got your number I`ma holla back, now listen to Trae[Trae]Hopping out my slab, paint be shining like I was PuffyA bad boy to the fullest, you nothing niggaz disgust meTrae a gangsta and a pimp with a limp, more flyer than a blimpWith Dougie on the side, as he roll in the back with a clipWith me and Warren swanging a four, and like it`s a HoupeOn the highway for the loot, and D-Bo hanging out the roofTo for them niggaz not knowing, we be on that other shitPop the trunk and banging shit, fo` do` tinted up type shitWhether blue or red, we still proceed to turn a headIntroduce `em to the sound, of a nigga that`s bout his breadRep a nigga till he dead, everyday I gotta get it rawThis how I spit it, till a nigga see a mill ticket[Lil B]Creep and crawl in my fo` do`, I let my ass end upAs I recline slide on buck, with drank in my cupMy screens digital, showing nothing but raw naked assClick the remote, and watch a hater as he bypassWith the automatic camera, secured by ViperGive my bitch three feet, `fore I become a sniperA close street fighter, you don`t want it with meSo it be best, you stay away from my S-L-A-BWhen I creep it`s late night, picking up your hoeBending corners in Hiram-Clarke, banging S.L.A.B. Volume 4A pro that you know, by the name of Lil BWhen I ride, I hide behind T-I-N-T[Hook][Jay`Ton]I creep the block late night, on a mission for cash`93 road master, when I mash the gasWith Lil B and Lil T, when I`m flipping the SouthWhat you know about them thugs, with karats up in they mouthIt`s the S.L.A.B. Slow Loud And Bangin`, representing for TexasFor haters that got plexes, we leaving you niggaz chestlessNo games gon be played, if you fucking with meIt`s the nigga Jay`Ton, from S-L-A-B[Warren G]Candy red Impala, it be my slabComing down the Boulevard, throwing deuce and dabI ain`t tripping just sipping, when I`m crawling slowBlowing on the killa dro, I don`t want no mo`Gotta watch out for my car, cause it`s my mainSee my down the I-10, on them Euro`s maynMe and the click getting raw, like Chi-Town and UtahWe the best you ever seen, like Rockets and Yao MingDon`t stretch the slab, cause somebody will top youEven if it`s Shae, in that candy blueCan`t forget about BJ, he wet up tooSouth Klique and S.L.A.B., got niggaz sicker than the flu[Dougie D]Slow Loud And Bangin`, up and down your blockSmoking sipping, and flipping flossing and dropping the topLeaving the Boulevard wet, when I be pulling outThat there, ain`t nothing but candy maynFifth reclined, spiders be spinning up out my 4`sScreens lit, huffing and puffing and blowing droLane to lane, swang and popping the trunk on you hoesThat`s the way it goes down, in the Dirty you knowSlip and we sliding, riding high yeah we looking goodLike UGK, I got`s to keep diamonds against the woodCutting corners and bending blocks, up in every hoodBehind tint, so you can`t see what I`m doing[Kendro]S (S)-L(L)-A (A)-B (B)Fo` do`s behind tint, roof lift I`m getting bentHit the switch the trunk release, on them 4`sI play it you leave stuck, my slab as I flowBending corners against the grain, cracking the frameNigga bang or snooze, as I cruise on the blockMy screens lit, time to clear the club parking lotI`m one deep, so I got enough room for the bops[J-Dub]From a Houpe, back to a dropJ-Dub I`m getting shine on, through a school zoneAin`t no stopping for boppers, cause I got money on my mindBy the way that I blind, you can tell I ain`t lyingOnly 12 and a playa, and he running the familyYou a hater move around, cause you ain`t no kin to meJ-D-U-B, nigga F-U-K meBaby edging, and ain`t no way you can fade me[Hook - 2x]