(*talking*)
What's up baby, Paul Wall
I'm Slow, Loud And Bangin' baby
Color Changin' Click-Clack two in your back
Chamillionaire.com, I'm just saying though
We ain't even much tripping on these females
Like that you know I'm saying, these honey dips
We ain't loving these dips
Naw we loving our cars, you know I'm taln' bout
We loving our slabs, we treating our slabs
Like they our gals, you feel me
But uh, we gon let this music speak for itself
You know I'm tal'n bout, it's gon explain it
What's up Trae, break em off
[Trae]
See my slab is all I got, and it won't never change
You can see me top down on the block, bobbing and weaving through lanes
With the Color Changin' Click, so sick with a trunk banging
Paint staining leaving the block wet, just like as if it was raining
I ain't the one to be capping cat, but my slab be off the chain
Four T.V.'s and a PS3, tinted up high when I swang
Maabing in the old school, but I'm looking so playa
With a 4-4 cocked under my seat, cause I'm ready for haters
With wood all on my do's, 20's shining like I was smiling
Profiling like I'm a G, and a G is what I'ma be
I'm on dubs with my drop top, with a trunk popped
On a bop that wanna be jocking, my balling'll never stop
What's up baby, Paul Wall
I'm Slow, Loud And Bangin' baby
Color Changin' Click-Clack two in your back
Chamillionaire.com, I'm just saying though
We ain't even much tripping on these females
Like that you know I'm saying, these honey dips
We ain't loving these dips
Naw we loving our cars, you know I'm taln' bout
We loving our slabs, we treating our slabs
Like they our gals, you feel me
But uh, we gon let this music speak for itself
You know I'm tal'n bout, it's gon explain it
What's up Trae, break em off
[Trae]
See my slab is all I got, and it won't never change
You can see me top down on the block, bobbing and weaving through lanes
With the Color Changin' Click, so sick with a trunk banging
Paint staining leaving the block wet, just like as if it was raining
I ain't the one to be capping cat, but my slab be off the chain
Four T.V.'s and a PS3, tinted up high when I swang
Maabing in the old school, but I'm looking so playa
With a 4-4 cocked under my seat, cause I'm ready for haters
With wood all on my do's, 20's shining like I was smiling
Profiling like I'm a G, and a G is what I'ma be
I'm on dubs with my drop top, with a trunk popped
On a bop that wanna be jocking, my balling'll never stop
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