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Текст песни S.L.A.B. f Z-Ro, Cl`Che, Mr. 3-2, 2 - Show You How it Go

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(*talking*)Ha-ha-ha-ha-ha, it`s hot than a bitchNow that we done got richI`m fin to throw a home run pitch, know I`m tal`n bout[Hook]When I slam candy do`s, (I`ma show you how it go)When I push a wide load, (I`ma show you how it go)When I pull bad hoes, (I`ma show you how it go)Piece and chain to the flo`, (I`ma show you how it go)When I crawl in a drop, (I`ma show you how it go)Make a bumper unlock, (I`ma show you how it go)Make a hating nigga stop, (I`ma show you how it go)Ha, (I`ma show you how it go)[Trae]I`ll forever be the nigga, crawling down so thoedIn a wide body tipping, and tossing on 84`sWith my 18`s shaking and rocking, in slow-moWith my roll dogs, spitting and fucking with your hoeIn the late night, we block skaters and raidersAnd yellow bone penetrators, with more do` than a vegaBetter pray for the haters, I`m unknown like JagaAnd for the common denominator, a microphone breakerBone hard, rolling the BoulevardA nigga be talking down, the nigga be getting scarredPiece and chain to the flo`, with a thoed Roy JonesTen thousand in my mouth, diamonds all in my earlobeWe ain`t broke no mo`, nigga we looking goodRepresenting for my hood, wish a motherfucker wouldAnd would try to talk down, when I`m stepping in the do`And if you ain`t know, then I`ma show you how it go fa sho[Cl`Che]S-L-A-B, M double A-BC-L-C-H-E, we hot in this industryWe mobbing and balling, Cl`Che gon show you how it goAnd if you hoes wanna hate, you can answer out the do`Still dropping these flows, still sexy and petiteStill gangsta bitch, with an attitude from the streetsSee a rocking show from Mello, C. Ward and Guerilla MaabStill hanging on Hollywood BoulevardWith my West Coast rider Ms. Toi, we flashing them boysShowing `em how it go, and how a bitch can go hardFrom this Dirty 3rd, but you ain`t heardBut I bet you hear of me now, cause S.L.A.B. is the wordUnderground for my real niggaz, and real chicksThat wanna listen to some raw shitCause that`s how it go, when you stumble up on a masterpieceYou can`t help but feel a bitch, like me Cl`Che[Lil B]I`ma show you how it go, down here in H-TownYoung slim ass nigga, that`ll let my top downStill swang the `Vard, it don`t stopHeater on cock, bout to pull your bop haBody rocking and shocking it, like this20 years old, with plenty rocks up on my wristSunkist up in my cup, plenty purple stuffWith the Rob and Chris G, slip and sliding on buckAll hoes getting fucked, on the late nightNigga feeling freaky, so you better lay rightTie your shoes tight, but take `em off in the bedFor a Hiram-Clarke nigga, that`s known to turn headsNever been scared, to beam infraredOn a hater that`s talking down on the click, he`s deadNever been afraid, but I never been a punkSo you niggaz best believe, Lil B gon make you jump12 gauge pump, letting off a shottySouth Klique guerillas for real, we bout it bout itKnow to get bout it, when you step out of lineI`m a killer for scrilla, with drug dealers on the grindI`ma touch down, on the GrapevineWith that nigga Lil D, and that Tip-Toe gon shineBump and grind, with a thoed sugar brownI be cocking her leg back, running all in her spine[Hook][2]I`ma show you how it goes, down here we roll 4`sBumper kit screens lit, with pop trunks that glowPlaya fa sho, this is how it goes downScrewed up, so you know we slowed downWhen niggaz plex, you know we throw downLike the wild wild West, a motherfucking show downWhoa now, I think your heart`s beating too fastBetter calm your nerves, `fore I put some heat in that assWith cocked glocks, underneath the seat and the dashIn the drop top, red beam be in the JagI pop collars, and baby I look good in a slabLike a rotweiler nigga, in the hood when I`m mad[Dougie D]When I pull up sitting down, low up on dropBitches bopping and watch, as the trunk is on knockYou wanna pull a bad hoe, it really ain`t nothing to itLike the Nike, Dougie gon show you just straight up how to do itKeep my gleam on glow, piece and chain to the flo`Every record I drop, from now on is going goldWhen I ride the trackI`m huffing and puffing, and blowing out the sackWe keeping it crunk in here, from the front to backWe S-L-A-B and we represent for that, and we smash for cashSo throwed with it huh, you never did figureThat we could roll with it huh, we keep this bitch wired up[Z-Ro]I`m in the turning lane, bringing pain simple and plainScreens rain on top of thangs, surrounded by wood grainLeaving a permanent stain, on your mindOur people coming up, and now you jackers going downH-Town the city, no pity is being shownLike Frank Nitty I`m nifty with a Tre 5-7, so bring it onDomes are in danger, got one in the chamberWhen my bitch get wild, my trigga finger can tame herI can`t name a nigga, that done took my nutsGet out of line if you wanna, nothing but hooks and upper cutsTo your jaw, the end won`t be low in a BentleyOnly real estate and property, we living rent-freeOn top of our game, on top of our change (like that)Touching niggaz from eighty feet, I got that aim (like that)With blood rushing out a stab wound, that`s how I flowTry to check me get a sonic boom, that`s how it go[Mr. 3-2]Hot, gliding on a mill I madeGlocks, full lit another life I takeMy spot, ain`t nothing bout that fakeI got, a lot of bitches I`m gon breakI shot, this nigga for being a cakeI`m hot, just like the dice I shakeThink not, bitch I got money to takeWhile wait, how many jaws I breakBig break, I`ma make that real fastPut my foot up on the gas, and I`m ready to mashHaul ass now hoe, I`m ready to goGet some six from the sto`, po`ing up me a 4[Hook]

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