(feat. Slim Thug, Play-N-Skillz)
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[Intro - Chopped and Screwed Voice (echo)]
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Hold up mayne
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I know you ain't think we wouldn't fittin to come through with somethin
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for the slab
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You must be crazy nigga
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You know we come down, this Texas nigga
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That's off the top ho
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Hold up, that some shit that'll shake the sidewalk right there
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Dang, you pop this trunk
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Bang down this block (Play-Play-Play-Play-Play-N-Skillz)
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Beat 'em down right quick mayne
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[Chorus - Play-N-Skillz (Bun B) - w/ ad libs]
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I'm ridin slow
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(I'm in the slab, swangin up the Ave.)
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I'm ridin vogues
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(Sittin on leather with my shit together)
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I'm ridin fo's
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(I'm doin dirty while I'm "Ridin' Dirty")
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I'm ridin slow
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(Sittin on buck and I don't give a fuck, so bitch, what's up?)
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Beep, beep, so they can see when I'm rollin through the hood
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Beep, beep, so they can see how a player grips his wood
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Beep, beep, I bet they see that now I'm livin good
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(Grippin the grain, drippin the stain)
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I'm ridin slow
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[Verse 1 - Bun B]
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Texas, land of the swang (swang), where boys pop trunk and bang (bang)
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Come down in a candy thang, hittin that switch (switch), lettin 'em hang
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Hit me a stang, maybe a lick (lick)
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Pound of the brown, maybe a brick (brick)
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Burn that purp inside of the 'gar
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With a bad ass bitch inside of the car (car)
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C to the A, D to the I (I), L to the L to the A to the C (C)
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B to the U to the N to the B, reppin that P to the A to the T (to the T)
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I'm a dirty South representer, summertime, spring to the fall to the winter
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O.G. in the game, no beginner, don't take a loss (loss), get with a winner
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Lobsters on my plate for dinner (dinner)
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And your bitch is the midnight snack (snack)
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Break her off when I'm layin up in her (in her)
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When I'm done I'm a send her right back (back)
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Iced out chain (chain), frozen wrist (wrist), grip that grain when I close this fist
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Diamonds up against the wood in the hood and I can't be missed
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[Chorus - w/ ad libs]
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[Verse 2 - Slim Thug]
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Huh, huh, huh
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I'm ridin slow, eyes slow, from what I smoke and po'
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If you ain't smokin 'dro, then what the fuck you smokin fo'?
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With my deposit Thug about to give the world a show (huh)
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You know the truck gon' glow (glow), you know them screens gon' show (show)
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You know the fifth gon' fall (fall), you know them fo's gon' crawl (cheah)
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You know that Texas got to show y'all how we like to ball (huh)
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My trunk knockin, got 'em watchin like I'm on a stage (I know you see me)
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Them four fifteens sound like lions bustin out a cage
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I'm gettin paid, been ridin clean since the 'leventh grade
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No more braids now, I'm razor on my taper-fade (yeah)
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I got it made, went to Ike and I got it sprayed
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Now when I park where it's dark, you can't see the shade (huh)
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[Chorus - w/ ad libs]
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[Verse 3 - Bun B]
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Man, there's a road through the city
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Leather so soft (soft), paint so pretty
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Wheels so shiny, rims so new
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When I hit your hood (hood), what you gon' do? (gon' do)
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Fall back and break bread with a G though (G though)
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Might come down, not like me though (me through)
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Underdog like To' and Beedo (Beedo)
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Big cheese on me like a Cheeto (Cheeto)
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ooh wee though, I'm the throwdest (throwdest)
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But I guess you already know this
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J's the freshest, chain the coldest
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Hard to miss (miss), easy to notice
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Watch me to show this, easy as pie
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Bad ass broad, easy on the eye
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I'm so clean and she's so fly
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Man we so player and that's no lie
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When we come through (through), pass on by
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If you gon' hate, take your ass on by
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Sittin on top of the world
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So really don't need nobody to crash my high (my high)
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On buck with the stitch and tuck (tuck)
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These boys know I'm not givin a fuck (fuck)
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Try to step and get stuck
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So don't press your luck, what's up?
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[Chorus - w/ ad libs]
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I'm ridin slow ...
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I'm ridin slow ...
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Ridin' Slow
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Bun B |