Ridin’ Slow Bun B (Ft. Play-N-Skillz & Slim Thug)

[Intro: Chopped and Screwed Voice] (*echo*)
Hold up mayne
I know you ain't think we wouldn't fittin to come through with somethin'
For the slab
You must be crazy nigga
You know we come down, this Texas nigga
That's off the top ho
Hold up, that some shit that'll shake the sidewalk right there
Dang, you pop this trunk
Bang down this block (Play-Play-Play-Play-Play-N-Skillz)
Beat 'em down right quick mayne

[Chorus: Play-N-Skillz & (Bun B)]
I'm ridin slow (I'm in the slab, swangin up the Ave.)
I'm ridin vogues (Sittin on leather with my shit together)
I'm ridin fo's (I'm doin thirty while I'm "Ridin' Dirty")
I'm ridin slow
(Sittin on buck and I don't give a fuck, so bitch, what's up?)
Beep, beep, so they can see when I'm rollin through the hood
Beep, beep, so they can see how a player grips his wood
Beep, beep, I bet they see that now I'm livin good
(Grippin the grain, drippin the stain)
I'm ridin slow

[Verse 1: Bun B]
Texas, land of the swang (swang)
Where boys pop trunk and bang (bang)
Come down in a candy thang
Hittin that switch (switch), lettin 'em hang
Hit me a stang, maybe a lick (lick)
Pound of the brown, maybe a brick (brick)
Burn that purp inside of the 'gar
With a bad ass bitch inside of the car (car)
C to the A, D to the I (I), L to the L to the A to the C (C)
B to the U to the N to the B
Reppin that P to the A to the T (to the T)
I'm a dirty South representer, summertime
Spring to the fall to the winter
O.G. in the game, no beginner
Don't take a loss (loss), get with a winner
Lobsters on my plate for dinner (dinner)
And your bitch is the midnight snack (snack)
Break her off when I'm layin up in her (in her)
When I'm done I'm a send her right back (back)
Iced out chain (chain), frozen wrist (wrist)
Grip that grain when I close this fist
Diamonds up against the wood
In the hood and I can't be missed