Show You How It Go S.L.A.B.ed E
Slow, Loud and Bangin', Vol. 2Текст песни
It's hot than a bitch. Now that we done got rich, I'm finna throw A home run pitch. Know what I'm talkin' 'bout? Wanna slam candy doors? I'ma show you how it go. Wanna push a wide load? I'ma show you how it go. Wanna pull bad hoes? I'ma show you how it go. Piece of chain to the floor. I'ma show you how it go. Wanna crawl in the drop? I'ma show you how it go. Make a bumper unlock? I'ma show you how it go. Make a hate nigga stop? I'ma show you how it go. Huh. I'ma show you how go. I forever be the nigga crawlin' down SoGo in A wide body tippin' and tossin' on eight-fo's with My eighteens shakin' and rockin' in slow-mo with my Road dogs spittin' and fuckin' with your hoe. In the late night, we block skaters and raiders And yellow bone penetrators with more dough than a Baker. Better pray for the haters, I'm a known Life taker, and for the common denominator, A microphone breaker. Bone hard, rollin' up Buddha, what is, Nigga? We talkin' dyin', your nigga be gettin' Scarred. Piece of chain to the floor with a Throw wardrobe. Ten thousand in my watch, Diamonds all in my earlobe. We ain't broke no more, nigga, we lookin' good. Representin' for my hood, wish a motherfucker would Ever try to talk down when I'm steppin' in The door. And if you ain't know, then I'ma Show you how it go, for sure. S-L-A-B, M-double-A-B, C-R-C-H-E, We hot in this industry. We mobbin' and ballin' and go show you how It go. And if your hoes wanna hate, she Can exit out the door. Still droppin' these flows, still sexy and petite, Still gangsta bitch with an attitude from the Streets. Still rockin' shows from L. O. T. Ward to Gorilla Mart, still hangin' on Hollywood Boulevard with my West Coast rider Miss Toi. We flashin' on boys, showin' 'em how it go And how a bitch can go hard from the 33rd. What? Y'all ain't heard? But I bet you hear it By now, the Slab is the word. Underground for my real niggas and real chicks that Wanna listen to some raw shit. 'Cause that's how it go when you stumble up On a masterpiece, you can't help but feel a Bitch like me. Peace. I'ma show you how it go down here in H-Town. Young slim ass nigga that'll lick my top Dime. Still swang the boy, it don't stop. Heater on cock, 'bout to pull your bop. Huh, body rockin' and shockin' it like this. Twenty years old with plenty rocks up on my Wrist. Sunkist up in my cup, plenty paper stuffed With the Robin Chris Gs slippin' slide, no buck. Our hoes gettin' fucked on the late night. Nigga feelin' freaky so you better lay right. Tie your shoes tight, but take 'em off in The bed for a Herm Clark nigga that's known To turn heads. Never been scared to beam infrared On a hater that's talkin' out on the clique, He's dead. Never been dread, but I never been A punk, so you niggas best believe Lil B Don't make it jump. Twelve gauge pump lettin' off A shotty. South click gorillas for real, We body, body. Known to get rowdy when you Step outta line. I'm a killer for scrilla with Drug dealers on the grind. I'ma touch down on the grapevine with that nigga Lil D and the tip toe gon' shine. Bump and grind with a throw sugar vine. I be cockin' the leg back, runnin' all in The spine. Wanna slam candy doors? I'ma show you how it go. Wanna push a wide load? I'ma show you how it go. Wanna pull bad hoes? I'ma show you how it go. Piece of to the floor. I'ma show you how it go. Wanna crawl in the drop? I'ma show you how it go. Make a bumper unlock? I'ma show you how it go. Make a hate nigga stop? I'ma show you how it go. Huh. I'ma show you how it go. I'ma show you how it goes out here, we Roll fours. Bumper kit screens lit with popped Trunks that glow. Player, for sure, this is how It goes down. Screwed up slow, You know we slow down. When niggas flex, you know we throw down like The Wild Wild West, a motherfuckin' showdown. Whoa, now. I think your heart's beatin' too fast. Better call me nurse 'fore I put some heat In that ass. With cock Glocks underneath the seat In the dash. In the drop top red E To B in the Jag. I pop collars and Baby, I look good in a Slab. Like a Rottweiler nigga in the hood when I'm Mad. When I pull up sittin' down low, Ball drop. Bitches boppin' they watches, The trunk is on lock. You wanna pull a Bad hoe? Well, really ain't nothin' to it. Like the Nike Dougie, gon' show you just straight Up how to do it. Keep my gleam on Glow, piece of chain to the floor. Every record I drop from the O is gon' Blow. When I ride the track, I'm roughin' and Buffin' and blowin' out the sack. We keepin' it crunk in here from the front To back. We S-L-A-B and we represent for that And we smash for that. So throw it at her. You never did think that, we could roll with It, huh? But keep this bitch wide up. I'm in the turnin' lane, bringin' pain, sippin' on Flames. Screens rain on top of things, surrounded by Wood grain. Leavin' a permanent stain on your mind. My people comin' up and now you jackers goin' Down H-Town. The city, no pity is bein' shown. Like Craig Nitty, I'm nifty with a tre five-seven, So bring it on. Domes in danger, Got one in the chamber. When my bitch get wild, my trigger finger get Tamer. I can't name a nigga that done took My nuts. Get outta line if you wanna, nothin' But hooks and upper cuts to your jaw. Lil N run Pilo in the Bentley. Ownin' real estate and property, so we livin' rent Free. On top of our game, on top of Our chains. Touchin' niggas from eighty feet, I got that aim. With blood rushin' out a Stab wound, that's how I flow. Try to check me, get a sonic boom, that's How it go. Hot. Ridin' on 'em, the pain. Classic. From the livin' of the life I take. My spot. Ain't nothin' 'bout that fade. I got. A lot of bitches I'm gon' break. I shot. This nigga for bein' a cave. I'm high. Just like the dice I shake. Think that. Bitch, I got money to take. Why wait? How many jaws I break? Big break. I'ma make that real fast. Put foot up on the gas. And I'm ready to mash. All ass. My hoe, I'm ready to go. Get some C's from the store. Pull a dummy or four. Wanna slam candy doors? I'ma show you how it go. Wanna push a wide load? I'ma show you how it go. Wanna pull bad hoes? I'ma show you how it go. Piece of chain to the floor. I'ma show you how it go. Wanna crawl in the drop? I'ma show you how it go. Make a bumper unlock? I'ma show you how it go. Make a hate nigga stop? I'ma show you how it go. Huh. I'ma show you how it go.
Trae tha Truth, Dougie-D, Lil B, Cl'Che', Mr. 3-2 — Show You How It Go S.L.A.B.ed
«Show You How It Go S.L.A.B.ed» — Trae tha Truth, Dougie-D, Lil B, Cl'Che', Mr. 3-2. Читайте текст песни и подпевайте с караоке-подсветкой: строки текста подсвечиваются в такт музыке. Слушайте онлайн бесплатно или скачайте mp3. Длительность записи — 6:08. Жанр — Рэп и хип-хоп.
