Bounce, Rock, Skate Paul Wall, Bun B & Chalie Boy

[Verse 1: Paul Wall]
I'm 'bout to pull up and park and make you break your neck
Slab tagging [?], you dealing with a vet
No shortcuts, I cashed out every step
No defects, a single flaw I won't except
I pull up 5 cars deep, they all mine, though
A 82 [?] candy on the side door
84 [?] top missing, mind blown
The C.T. 6 poking like a pine cone
I'm on another level, still unmatched
Poking like a Q-Tip, dripping like earwax
I lost the top, but don't worry, I don't get too attached
Turn the bass to the max, [?] once, get axed
Now feel that
Drop lack on [?]
I block the traffic on both sides, they all mad
Bumper [?] break 'em off real bad
You want a slab, you better bring you a bag
And stop playing, man

[Chorus: Chalie Boy]
Bouncing, rocking, skating
Put your money [?] stop hating
On the real slab riders [?]
Bouncing, rocking, skating
Put your money [?] stop hating
On the real slab riders [?]