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Текст песни S.L.A.B. f Mr. 3-2, Pimp Skinny, Lil Hea - When We Pull Out

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(*talking*)S.L.A.B., Slow Loud And Bangin`This E-Money, coming at you live and directFinna take you on a trip through the Southside[Hook - 2x]When we pull outYou know we looking thoed, still Slow LoudAnd Bangin` I suppose, on the SouthsideYou know we gotta hold swang left right, left right[Dougie D]Yes it`s I, the D-O-U-G-I-EFrom the South-a-sideI`m representing it real, till the day I dieForever constantly, Dougie be getting high to ease my mindAs I crawl down, still knocking and beating blocksWell I suppose, I should prolly keep glocks cockedCause these boys hating, nevertheless I`m still skatingLooking good when I do, cause I ain`t got time for the fakingAin`t no crawling copies, never gon be another like meOne in original, hundred percent Dougie for lifeAnd cause we Slow Loud, And Bangin`Bitch that mean that we gon hold it down, up on our grind[Trae]Still Slow Loud, and representing my clickWith a gun shot, for niggaz riding my dickIf I step out, my dropper you better skate`Fore I pull out, my heat and I start to sprayI`m a natural type of playa, on gators and bending cornersLike niggaz in California, my top`ll be dropping on yaMy paint wetter than whether, that`s rainy leaving a stormMy trunk causing a catastrophe, like VietnamWe slap shots, dumping a stash spot on switchesLike hop scotch, with niggaz that pop lockIn a blue or the red drop, with a iced out mouth pieceA gangsta high baller, for the 21st CenturyWith genocide nola, fifty thousand we overFrom whipping our baking soda, from Texas to PensacolaRoll a 4 and I`ma stop it and drop it, body rock it and cock itRed dot it and lock it, hit the stage and I rock it[Hook - 2x][Jay`Ton]It`s Jay`Ton, steady flippingAnd flossing, with the Mo City DonSteady pimping these bitches, like I`m Don JuanWhen I be stepping out I`m rocking Sean John, Sean JohnCause I`m playa baby, 16 flipping MercedesWith a yellow lady, when I`m tipping it through the CadyBubble eyes on, when I`m living it in my zone22`s surrounded by chrome, in front of my home4 do` garage, I gotta set the twins is ready for the menageBut if you ask me they look like Mary J. BligeIf I ruled the world I`m feeling like I was Nas, feeling like I was Nas[Big Bee]Swang hard, on the `Vard dogIt`s Big B double E, I was born hogI cause traffic, when I ride in my orange carI`m looking for some attention, I`m a superstarStraight out of Hiram-Clarke, on the SouthsideWe roll on 84`s, and we swang wideBlowing on hydro, with the paint po`dI`m sitting on buck skin, in my playa mode[Mr. 3-2]Slow Loud Bangin`, in the deckEverybody think I`m tripping, and I`m gone off that wetBut I check ya ass, like my brand new sneaksAnd put a dot on your eye, if your mouth ever leakNow take a peak, at the big Boss 3-2Everytime you see me, I`m sporting something brand newWhat it do what it done, bitch you know where I`m fromI keep a big old pistol, for them niggaz talking dumb[Warren G]Candy red we flossing, we po`d upSouthside how you feel, we ain`t riding on horses down hereNothing but Lac`s and trucks, and purple stuff on buckSwanging left-right, slow up your blockOn chops won`t stop, won`t quitSouth Klique on bumper kits, with screens on litWith the boppers and shoppers, that be bopping a nigga dropOn glass choppers be chopping, while they looking like helicopters[E]Won`t stop, rolling on chopsIt`s K all day nigga, the cream of the cropIt never end, a youngen with a smile on his endsAnd dividend, Sprewells keep spin in the windNow here I go, I crawl down low on 84`sDraped down in Gucci clothes, and macking to all these hoesWith the killer piece and chain, banging Slow Loud And BangAs I grip up on the grain, headed to South mayn[Hook - 2x][Lil B]Pulling out, nigga you know we thoedIn a heavy wide frame, with J-Dog and the RoOn the Southside, you know we gotta holdPiece and chain gon swang, with a mouth full of goldWe swang left-right, knowing I don`t playIf the jackers try to come, AK gon sprayFewquay is where I swang, the lane and swang 4`sNiggaz be tripping I`m sipping, and hitting fly hoesChickens in kitchens we mixing, and flipping my do`Expedition and wishing for competition, on my flowWho the nigga that be By-Bo, Lil B gotta crawl downSee breaking mics when I`m on the sight for, S-L-A-B[Pimp Skinny]Wrecking the block with the trunk open, the bumper cockedLet my shit knock, I got my hand on my glockWhile the haters watch, I see these bitches on my jockI got my mug on mean, as I pass I can`t stopSteady beating blocks, I gotta let the top dropIt`s just that nigga Pimp Skinny, representing and never stopI leave these haters knocked, but them 4`s can`t stop nothingBut believe I`m gangsta strutting, and ain`t gotta touch nothingJust pushing buttons, on the face of my remoteAs I ride cough and choke, cause I`m gone off that killa smokeBut on my note, so you haters watch your backBest believe I got that gat, and I`ll rat-ta-tat-tat[Thib]When I pull out, corner bend a trendsetterWith my top down, baby Benz Gucci leatherOn chrome feet, and I`m ready for whateverWith the chrome heat, you gotta have your shit togetherJust to compete, cutting concrete spinningWhile the trunk beat, everywhere I go hoes grinningLike they want me, now I`m independent if they hear meThen I won`t be, collab with the S.L.A.B. hit the lab get funkyWe strapped with weapons and guns, ready to stunPack a competitive tongue, second to noneEducated etiquette Don, is ready for funRegulating everyone, get ready to runDedication whether the storm, now we performExclamation no time form, pay me or mournSwang foreign changing the lane, feeling the breezePopped up loving the game, blowing my trees[Lil Head]I let the top down on 20 inches, AMG`sWith yella`s mixed with Japanese, they hair blow in the breezeBitch please, you mean to tell me you ain`t impressedCandy orange STS, T.V.`s in the head restGo on confess, you love the way I`m customizedPaint so wet when you look, you have to squint your eyesYou look surprised, how I swing and barely missed him83`s recline bumper, with the Northstar systemHard top out the shop, time to break off a fakeFour 12 J-L, trying to make the trunk shakeIt`s no mistake it`s Lil Head, and you already knowSurround from Mobile 1, I raise my trunk up and show it[Hook - 2x]

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