Slab On Blades

[Bun B:]

Well, I'ma let my candy Cadillac glide (glide)

From the North to the Southwest, to the Southside

Blanging down the block, with that 8-0-8 kick

My spinning 24's, making boys straight sick

I put it down daily, can't nobody knock it

Represent my zone, with them stones in my pocket

Boys wanna hate, but it ain't too much to say

Ain't no holding what I do, so holla back another day

Eleven years straight, and cuz I'm still standing tall

With my hands on my nuts, my back against the wall

I'm deep off in these streets, my ear to the ground

I know what you thinking fool, but it ain't going down

We young in this game baby, ain't nobody jacking

We five cars deep, everybody pistol packing

Tell em Billy we ain't tripping, we flipping through the hood

Throwing up the deuce, and trying to show em some'ing good

[Hook:]

Billy Cook and Bun B, set it off in the club

Congo and B.M.G., if you with us tear it up

See my ways is player made, my slab be rolling blades

My niggaz we lift the art, of many ways to get paid

Billy Cook and Bun B, set it off in the club

Congo and B.M.G., if you with us tear it up

See we do just what we feel, and we feel just what we do

B.M.G. 1965, Texas plates gripping wood

[Billy Cook:]

I'm B.M.G. I write checks, I'm on both sides of the spectrum

Rapping R&B Superstar, barring none I eject em

A veteran, wreck off it when I pull up on the scene

Fly as pigeon cool as cooler, then a fan naw' I mean

Pimped out 64's, Caddy on 24's

Billy Cook/ Bun B, and my nigga Congo

I got a team of go-getters, stunners and head hunters

Plenty of cash plenty of do', plenty of dro and head busters

I might be sick with it, don't get it twisted I'm no sucker

Bullshit labels try to sign me, but they greedy as a motherfucker

Try to put Billy Cook up on us, except for game ain't contained

Trying to leave C.C. out, you bitch niggaz is lame

I done told ya, niggaz be stressing me that's for real

Don't be fucking with my team, unless you want your caps peeled

I'm a beast with this R&B, and I reign supreme

Down South who it be, Billy Cook I'm a G

[Hook]

[Congo:]

Dipping through, in a Fleetwood

And a hot boy, like I'm burning logs on a skeetwood

I set it off in this bitch, like Big T would

For your sake, your bitch ass better have a flee foot

I'm holding something, that can chop and sweep your hood

And peep your good, when your diamond line complete your wood

It's diamonds up against the wood, when I creep the hood

I'm trying to find a fine dime, to top piece my wood

A head plumber down, to handle all my leaks for good

Rich ain't as Christine, when I'm pimping in the parking lot

I'm blowing big green, with a cloud cause I spark a lot

So if you with it pimping, holla back it's super tight

Cause I'm smoking super weed, and sipping on a super Sprite

It's only right, that I set it off with Billy C

Double O-K, to catch me rolling man just picture me

Man I can't change the way I am, it's just the pimp in me

It's meant to be, that's why my slab on blades nigga

[Hook]