(*talking*)
S.L.A.B., Slow Loud And Bangin` know I`m saying
We been on this fly shit, yeah we keep it gangsta
You know we been dropping tops, pulling out 4`s
Spinning on boys, straight out Ike or Jet
Since Pat and Screw was around
[Trae]
What`s cracking lately my nigga, must ain`t heard of the news
The way I dropped a `60 Cheve, plus he grew in his shoes
I guess I`m fly, cause these boppers steady calling my phone
But I don`t really wanna be bothered, when I`m tipping my chrome
And I don`t really wanna be bothered, bitch I`m feeling my zone
Slow motion banging my song, four 15`s to the dome
Yeah, I think you kinda feel the point that I`m stressing
Like a jacker that`s running up, gon feel the black Smith-N-Wesson
Off with top shocks on the drop, these jocks on cock
Clearing out the block, hearts gon stop when I set up the shop
Popping off with them thangs, still the same but changing my lanes
And as soon as my attitude change, I`m change up your frame
The name Trae bitch get it right, `fore the Maab get to clicking
Like a TV in `86, back when the color was missing
So if you hating fuck you, `fore a nigga buck you
To tell the truth I give a fuck, bout what you going through
[C-Loc]
Now pure playa when I pass, play the game with precision
So fly when I ride, girl go on take a picture
Got a swag so serious, you`ll mistake it for a dance
Got a strap so swoll, knock `em clean out they pants
These hoes love Loc, they know Loc a real man
Baby mama want me back, but that hoe had a chance
Went from selling blocks of crack, to selling verses for grands
Real recognize real, that`s why Trae is my man
Look Big Loc forever fly, till I`m resting in peace
I`m so cold that my blood temp, about zero degrees
I`m so fly like Outkast, so fresh and so clean
Make the game look so easy, but I`m just doing my thing
[W.G.]
I`m so fly, hopping out of my car with the rims spinning
Dubs up, looking like I just won a million
I ain`t tripping, it took a little time but me and my team cashing checks
Hopping out of planes, at L.A.X
Houston Tex what I rep, when I hit the West
Got a big ass Dub, hanging off my chest
Seeing niggaz cuffing they chicks, run up bitch
And see how long it take my niggaz, to blitz
[Boss]
I`m fly, but niggaz still will get beat up
Every 24/7, got my motherfucking heater
Never leaving the house, without my pistol grip what I`m fin`s to grip
They tell me to calm down, but Lil` Boss Hogg is fin`s to trip
I advise you niggaz, to catch hold of your brain
Cause 17 hollow points, might shower down like rain
Off the chain, fresh off the dock tipping a yacht
I bang like 5 Deuce Scott, tipping a drop
Bucking at cops I`m over the law, I`m over your jaw
Couped up in the kitchen, and I`m working with raw
Ain`t too many niggaz, that can G like me
I keep about 16, B.G.`s with heat
