Slab on Blades Billy Cook (Ft. Bun B & Congo (TX))

[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 niggas 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