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    [Hook - 2x]
    I'm still swanging in a drop
    Slow Loud-Slow Loud, Bangin' up the block
    Either way it go, I know I can't stop
    Cause I gotta let em know, where I come from (H-Town)

    [Lil B]
    Representer from Hiram-Clarke, your body outlined in chalk
    Cause a nigga will get to tussling and rushing, like Marshall Faulk
    You haters don't wanna see a nigga, grind for a minute
    Recline for a minute, that's why I'm finna shine for a minute
    We rhyme for a minute, but I'm still Lil B from the block
    Swanging my do's wide open, making you niggaz mouth drop
    Tops drop on cops, but bops we wreck shop
    S.L.A.B. wrecking your spot, boy this here won't stop
    We some certified wreckers, on the track we molesters
    Got the cheese like Chester, boys bet not test us
    We gon glide like Clyde, North-East-West and Southside
    It really don't matter, represent it with pride

    Well it's the wood grain grabber, fo' do' glass skater
    Tinted up like Darth Vader, when I slide pass haters
    The only way you know is Trae, is when I'm stepping out gators
    On 22's candy blue, and on a mission for paper
    And I'm a cock-glock popper, and a Slow Loud rocker
    Bitch-made nigga knocker, and a bop type stopper
    With B and Jay at the spot, with them dots on stock
    Looking like a helicopter, when I crawl down blocks
    While my chrome be spinning, iced out when I'm grinning
    I know I need to stop sinning, when I'm fucking with women
    Cause I'm a G by nature, I get the game from my brother
    I'm on the Belt burning rubber, born and raised in the gutter

    I'm still swanging up in a drop, and steady running from cops
    With golds across the top of my mouth, swanging the lot
    While looking for yellow bops, you know it don't never stop
    With trunks waving the block, with Reese and Lil' Pop
    We some Down South playas, and flipping in Navigators
    For niggaz that's talking down, we pop the trunk on the haters
    I'm steady pumping for paper, from Houston on to the Caders
    The only thing that I know, is to drop and slide on them skaters

    [Hook - 2x]

    [Pimp Skinny]
    Steady acting bad, moving fast as I dash
    It's this nigga named Pimp Skinny, stay up on the mash
    Bleeding for the cash, with the drop and then I dash
    All you bitch ass niggaz, gon feel for that
    Gun clapper ass slapper, close the chapter
    S.L.A.B. nigga ass waxer, underground punch will never be a factor
    For the real track master, doing it like a G
    Cause I'm a wicked flow master

    I'm flipping with the S.L.A.B., give your boy dap
    You say you my partna hicka-hicka damn, quit making me laugh
    Cause you making me, stop my car
    You'll be laying six feet, in a do' in the hearse
    I'm putting in work, playboy I'm writing my own rhymes
    Doing my shows in different places, buy my own shine
    Chill and recline, got my life made
    My platinum in my mouth, like it was cleaned with Cascade
    Could it be, the ice in my mouth
    I'm still-I'm still, T-2 from the block
    Use to have a little, but I have a lot
    Southside of H-Town, is where I came from (yes sir)

    [Hook - 2x]

    Don't be fooled, by the rocks that I got
    I'm still-I'm still, Kiotti with a glock
    See me in a drop, pulling on your block
    And I ride Sprewell, cause I guess I got tired of chops
    In my throwback
    Maybe brick 4 red Mustang, that's a jet car
    You know me, young Kiotti
    Baya-bay and I hang on the block, like clouds on gray days
    When I pull through, it's like whoa
    Niggaz see me coming, rims stop then go
    Man I got a whole, lot of cash to blow
    I mash hard, with them S.L.A.B. niggaz swanging down your 'Vard

    Crawling through the scene, Benz lime freaky green
    Too big to be a machine, falling screens submarine
    Swanging from coast to coast, I never brag never boast
    On a Rolls Royce man, I'm eating scrambled eggs and toast
    Hard top Testarosta, when I slide down 'Boule's
    Double header watch me swinging my blades, chop like swarms
    I'm wrecking mics for rewards, I'm cracking dats in the cars
    84's or vogues, I do the do like more

    [Hook - 2x]

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