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Ridin Slow
Slim Thug
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Hold up, mayne
I know you ain't think we wasn't fin' to
Come through with somethin' for the slab
You must be crazy, nigga
You know we come down
This Texas, nigga, that's off top, ho
Hold up, that's some shit that'll shake the sidewalk right there
Man, he pop his trunk, bang down his block
Beat 'em down right quick, mayne
[Chorus: Bun B & (Quentin Miller)
(I'm ridin' slow) I'm in the slab, swangin' up the Ave
(I'm ridin' boss) Sittin' on leather with my shit together
(I'm ridin' for) I'm doin' thirty while I'm ridin' dirty
(I'm ridin' slow) Sittin' on buck and I don't give a fuck
So bitch, what's up?
(Beep-beep so they can see what) Rollin' through the hood
(Beep-beep so they can see what) Playa grips his wood
(Beep-beep, I bet they see that) Now I'm livin' good
Grippin' the grain, grippin' the stain
(I'm ridin' slow)
Texas, land of the swang (swang)
Where boys pop trunk and bang (bang)
Come down in a candy thang
Hittin' that switch (switch), lettin' 'em hang
Hit me a stang, maybe a lick (lick)
Pound of the brown, maybe a brick (brick)
Burn that purp inside of the 'gar
With a bad ass bitch inside of the car (car)
C to the A, T to the I (I)
L to the L to the A to the C (C)
B to the U to the N to the B
Reppin' that P to the A to the T (to the T)
I'm a Dirty South representer
Summertime, spring to the fall to the winter
O.G. in the game, no beginner
Don't take a loss (loss), get with a winner
Lobsters on my plate for dinner (dinner)
And your bitch is the midnight snack (snack)
Break her off when I'm layin' up in her (in her)
When I'm done, I'ma send her right back (back)
Iced-out chain (chain), frozen wrist (wrist)
Grip that grain when I close this fist
Diamonds up against the wood in the hood and I can't be missed
[Chorus: Bun B & (Quentin Miller)
(I'm ridin' slow) I'm in the slab, swangin' up the Ave
(I'm ridin' boss) Sittin' on leather with my shit together
(I'm ridin' for) I'm doin' thirty while I'm ridin' dirty
(I'm ridin' slow) Sittin' on buck and I don't give a fuck
So bitch, what's up?
(Beep-beep so they can see what) Rollin' through the hood
(Beep-beep so they can see what) Playa grips his wood
(Beep-beep, I bet they see that) Now I'm livin' good
Grippin' the grain, grippin' the stain
(I'm ridin' slow)
Huh, hey, huh
I'm ridin' slow, eyes low from what I smoke and po'
If you ain't smokin' 'dro, then what the fuck you smokin' fo'?
With my deposit, Thug about to give the world a show
You know the trunk gon' glow (glow)
You know them screens gon' show (show)
You know the fifth gon' fall (fall)
You know them foes gon' crawl (yeah)
You know that Texas gotta show y'all how we like to ball (huh)
My trunk knockin', got 'em watchin' like I'm on the stage
Them four 15s sound like lions bustin' out a cage
I'm gettin' paid, been ridin' clean since the 'leventh grade
No mo' braids, now I'm razor on my taper fade (yeah)
I got it made, went to Ike and I got it sprayed
Now when I park where it's dark, you can't see the shade, huh
[Chorus: Bun B & (Quentin Miller)
(I'm ridin' slow) I'm in the slab, swangin' up the Ave
(I'm ridin' boss) Sittin' on leather with my shit together
(I'm ridin' for) I'm doin' thirty while I'm ridin' dirty
(I'm ridin' slow) Sittin' on buck and I don't give a fuck
So bitch, what's up?
(Beep-beep so they can see what) Rollin' through the hood
(Beep-beep so they can see what) Playa grips his wood
(Beep-beep, I bet they see that) Now I'm livin' good
Grippin' the grain, grippin' the stain
(I'm ridin' slow)
Man, as I roll through the city
Leather so soft (soft), chain so pretty
Wheels so shiny, rims so new
When I hit your hood (hood), what you gon' do? (gon' do)
Fall back and break bread with a G though (G though)
Might come down, not like me though (me though)
In the dark like To' and B though (B though)
Big cheese on me like a Cheeto (Cheeto)
Ooh wee though, I'm the throwdest (throwdest)
But I guess you already know this
J's the freshest, chain the coldest
Hard to miss (miss), easy to notice
Watch me show this, easy as pie
Bad-ass broad, easy on the eye
I'm so clean and she's so fly
Man, we so playa and that's no lie
When we come through (through), pass on by
If you gon' hate, take ya ass on by
Sittin' on top of the world
So really don't need nobody to crash my high (my high)
On buck with the stitchin' tucked (tucked)
These boys know I'm not givin' a fuck (fuck)
You try to step and get stuck so don't press your luck
What's up?
[Chorus: Bun B & (Quentin Miller)
(I'm ridin' slow) I'm in the slab, swangin' up the Ave
(I'm ridin' boss) Sittin' on leather with my shit together
(I'm ridin' for) I'm doin' thirty while I'm ridin' dirty
(I'm ridin' slow) Sittin' on buck and I don't give a fuck
So bitch, what's up?
(Beep-beep so they can see what) Rollin' through the hood
(Beep-beep so they can see what) Playa grips his wood
(Beep-beep, I bet they see that) Now I'm livin' good
Grippin' the grain, grippin' the stain
(I'm ridin' slow)