Bounce, Rock, Skate

Lyrics

[Verse 1: Paul Wall] I'm 'bout to pull up and park and make you break your neck Slab tagging effect, 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 Lil Cad candy on the side door 84 Biarritz, top missing, mind blown The CT6 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, fake ones, get axed Now feel that Drop 'lac on bag I block the traffic on both sides, they all mad Bumper drag break 'em off real bad You want a slab, you better bring you a bag And stop playing, mane [Chorus: Chalie Boy] Bouncin' rockin' skatin' scrapin' Put your money in n stop hating Only real slab riders relatin' Bouncin' rockin' skatin' scrapin' Put your money in n stop hatin' Only real slab riders relatin' [Verse 2: Bun B] Baby, you're now tuned into the all time greatest Number one player, on the slab in your playlist And normally, I wouldn't even say this But you gon' have to put that thing up, 'cause what I'm pulling out is A-List I hadn't come down candy for a couple So I put in a call to Big Lee on the double Told him that I needed a spoaks and vogue treatment Something that's gon' turn me some heads, not just pieces I said I'm looking for a Cadillac, man Shit, he said we gotta call up Cadillac Fam Well, get him on the horn, and tell him send me a whip Plus a budget OG, ain''t none, don't even trip We need some fresh rims, 4 tires and Tierra Grills So we can let them boys know that we forever trill And don't forget to get the L.E.D. trunk So when we pop it, they know that we ain't no punk Cut a corner n get it crunk [Chorus: Chalie Boy] Bouncin' rockin' skatin' scrapin' Put your money in n stop hating Only real slab riders relatin' Bouncin' rockin' skatin' scrapin' Put your money in n stop hatin' Only real slab riders relatin' [Verse 3: Chalie Boy] Ain't nothing better than we pull up in a candy 'lac Temple trip, with the trunk on knock, n them super vocals tippin' back Woman in the crib, got it by the wood wheel and the leather seats sitting on recline If them haters hate, chuck it up in they face N the plate say "How you like me now?" [Chorus: Chalie Boy] Bouncin' rockin' skatin' scrapin' Put your money in n stop hating Only real slab riders relatin' Bouncin' rockin' skatin' scrapin' Put your money in n stop hatin' Only real slab riders relatin'