Текст песни S.L.A.B. f Paul Wall, Charlie Berry - All I Have
S.L.A.B. f Paul Wall, Charlie Berry - All I Have слова песни
(*talking*)What`s up baby, Paul WallI`m Slow, Loud And Bangin` babyColor Changin` Click-Clack two in your backChamillionaire.com, I`m just saying thoughWe ain`t even much tripping on these femalesLike that you know I`m saying, these honey dipsWe ain`t loving these dipsNaw we loving our cars, you know I`m taln` boutWe loving our slabs, we treating our slabsLike they our gals, you feel meBut uh, we gon let this music speak for itselfYou know I`m tal`n bout, it`s gon explain itWhat`s up Trae, break em off[Trae]See my slab is all I got, and it won`t never changeYou can see me top down on the block, bobbing and weaving through lanesWith the Color Changin` Click, so sick with a trunk bangingPaint staining leaving the block wet, just like as if it was rainingI ain`t the one to be capping cat, but my slab be off the chainFour T.V.`s and a PS3, tinted up high when I swangMaabing in the old school, but I`m looking so playaWith a 4-4 cocked under my seat, cause I`m ready for hatersWith wood all on my do`s, 20`s shining like I was smilingProfiling like I`m a G, and a G is what I`ma beI`m on dubs with my drop top, with a trunk poppedOn a bop that wanna be jocking, my balling`ll never stop[Paul Wall]When I pull up to the red light, people breaking they neckCause everybody rub a neck, and like I got in a wreckI`m in a slab Jimmy slab, so I guess I should mentionThat my purple people eater`s, the center of attentionMy car`s kinda similar, to the leaves in AutumnCause the paint changing colors, and the T.V.`s fallingI`m in a foreign BMW, with the chrome all shimmeringThe INS harass me, cause my car`s an immigrantMy gray goose Mercedes, got a green card as wellWith lap top T.V. screens, is sponsored by DellChamillionaire.com satellite, I`m logged on when I dropPosting messages until I arrive, I love my slab baby[Hook: Charlie Berry]See my slab, is all I haaaveCandy paint dripping, buck on leatherT.V.`s shining, swinging on glaaassTop fell back, in sunny weatherWatching haters watch, as I fly paaassIn a old school, that floats like a featherRoll slow up the block, and crawling my slaaabNow they all know, we stacking our cheddar[Jay`Ton]I`m addicted to balling, my screens steady be fallingDedicated to being playa, so them boppers be callingAnd loving the way I swang, banging and gripping grainRiding the boulevard, till the neighbors start to complainBalling is a habit, and I can`t stop if I wantedI pop the trunk clicking screens, so my face`ll be on itI tried to stop and catch a bop, but my rims kept goingI`m crawling two miles per hour, so everybody be blowingI`m 17 diamonds gleam, harder than Mr. CleanShining showing reflection, so niggaz think it`s a dreamI`m a Southside S.L.A.B. nigga, representing it wrecklessWith plates under my slab, that read "don`t fuck with Texas"[Lil B]My seats recline in my slab, that`s all I have fuck a ladyCause I`m infatuated with droppers, and bubble eyes on MercedesCandy coated paint when I floss in the winter, or summer timeStill I be slip and sliding on buck, while my trunk stay on inclineI shine and I grind daily, bopping hoes wanna date me and rape meBut a nigga be dismissing 20 of em, my slab ladyLately a nigga been in a daze, thinking bout the wood on my dashSo I commits to swing and bang beat up blocks, with my mind focused on cashWon`t crash holding my wood grain, Hiram-Clarke repping my hood maynLil B repping S.L.A.B., Slow Loud and yes a nigga do bangIn a slab that`s all I have, I`m still balling out of controlSitting low crawl slow in a fo` do`, as I drop my top screens unfold(*talking*)For real, know I`m tal`n boutWe love our slabs, more than these hoesWe put our money into our slabs, not these hoesIt`s pimping, you know I`m saying, but shitIt`s plain to see, I love to take the top off my bitchRaise they ass up and wave it on you hoesSlow, Loud And Bangin` style, you feel meI know y`all feel me[Hook]