S.L.A.B. (Slow Loud And Bangin)

S.L.A.B. (Slow Loud And Bangin) - Tha Streets lyrics

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(feat. Z-Ro, H.A.W.K., Mike D, Bun B, Paul Wall)



[Bun B]

Well it's that Texas representer, from Port Arthur the Land

Coming straight out of that South, with my nuts in my hand

Let 'em hang all over this track, and all over the block

Cause the S.L.A.B. they got my back, when them boys wanna knock

It's U.G.K. for life, still I miss my dog in the game

But even from behind the walls, he's still hogging the game

Big Bun B ain't nothing changed, get use to the fact

And holla when you see me, chunking double deuce out the Lac



[Jay'Ton]

I'm moving slow up the block, 22's sitting cocked

I'm from the South, so it's automatic haters getting dropped

See me standing, in my five deuce stance

I might seem young but you gon respect me, with this glock in my pants

It's Jay'Ton a young guerilla, certified with them hands

You thought of stopping Slow Loud And Bangin', you better kill all those plans

That go for you and your man's, I'm 18 and well known through the H

I run with G's, so you better pump your breaks



[Paul Wall]

I'm coming from the city of drank sippers, and glock grippers

We flow tippers and pimp strippers, we hit licks cause we go-getters

I'm Slow Loud And Bangin', them 4's swanging my nuts hanging

My piece and chain stay dangling, from South Main all the way to Mangum

I'm on that Southlea, with Gu-U and that Cabbage Head

I'm with that Bowdy Black, and that Big Mix we breaking bread

Stay to FED I hold it down, for all them boys in the 7-0-1

It's H-Town stay down, the streets made us from day one



[Hook]

We come from (the streets), collect our funds in (the streets)

Empty out our guns in (the streets), it ain't no fun in (the streets)

You can get done in (the streets), ain't no shining sun in (the streets)

Ain't nothing but dark in (the streets), better have heart in (the streets)

If you a mark, you need protection from God in (the streets)

Cause we got Crips and we got Bloods, that love to mob in (the streets)

Packing pistols and AK's, ready for war in (the streets)

Duck down our block, and get your ass snatched out your car in (the streets)



[Z-Ro]

H-O-U-S-T-O-N, T-E-X-A-S

M-O-C-I-T-Y-D-O-N, in the flesh

I'm feared and respected, walking the streets of Bejave and Ridgevan of South Park know

Prolly in a wife beater, but razor blade creases in my jeans plus hydro smoke

Fat Pat told y'all back in the gap, that the Southside was holding

22's-24's, Blades Elbows and yeah we rolling

A couple of bi-bad bitch, holding our gun for us

Just in case the law pull us over, they got no love for us



[Boss]

I'm from the Southside of Houston Texas, relentless and reckless

Making out-of-towners respect us, Boss shine beams like projectors

I get boys up in the intersection, for representing your direction

You can get a lead infection, better go get your head protection

Plus these cowards slipping on the G.P., the H is my home

I pop and unlock the trunk, then I'm out on the roam

Fo' swangas under the Lac, you know I'm riding the brome

I was swanging the lane too hard, bout to break my two chrome



[Mike D]

I run the town down, gunner town down

And won't leave, till I shuffle a brick and a pound

It's Don-Dadda, Michael Corleone

Ain't no breathing this summer, bitch I'm back home

I'ma supply ya block, give it what it need

I got five different hustles, whatever you need

This H-Town Texas, city of codeine

Without no heart and smarts, you'll be dead in these streets



[Hook]



[Trae]

I'm fresh off the block and when I spit, it's already known and respected

You can catch me hopping out the Cheve, when it get hectic

See me posted on the block, like it's the first of the month

24's and Lamborghini do's on that Back, I'll teach 'em to stunt

Now who that mad about the city that I claim, it's Houston Texas forever

Whether we on a different side, we still gon mob it together

Bitch I've been gangsta from the birth, better check the blood of my brother

Slow Loud And Bangin' is the truth, and it'll never be another



[H.A.W.K.]

Ready or not, here comes the Southern juggernot

Thugging out, some might say I'm bugging out

Phenomenon, 40 Cal. under my arm

Run me warm, I'ma have to do you harm

Not of the norm, I'm that smashing feature

Abnormal creature, that's what these streets'll teach ya

I will defeat ya, punish ya like a cake I'll eat ya

Say the name of your block, and I'll come and meet ya



[Hook]
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