Ridin’ Slab

Lyrics

[Part I] [Intro: Propain] As a kid I used to watch all the dope boys floss Dreamin' for the day when I could (Break them boys off) [Verse 1: Propain] Uh, bad bitch and we tippin' slow Hit the scene turnin' heads, so fine she get me hoes Click and pose, chrome heels on her but the lips is swole Turnin' lanes she drop the top, they askin', "Where the stripper pole?" Niggas know, in any parkin' lot I crash spots 15s up in the trunk, bought my bitch them ass shots I blast Glocks, on any jacker, get a homicide To take her, gotta kill me, that's the real meanin' of ride or die, I'm on [Chorus: Propain & Lil Keke] Shawty say she wanna ride with a G (Ride), ride with a G (Ride) Ride-ride with a G (Ride), she wanna ride with a G So I let her roll with me (Hol' up), I let her roll with me (Hol' up) So-so I let her roll with me (Hol' up), I let her roll with me (Hol' up) Shaw-shaw-shawty say she wanna ride with a G (Ride), ride with a G (Ride) Ride-ride with a G (Ride), ride with a G So I let her roll with me (Hol' up), I let her roll with me (Hol' up) So-so I let her roll with me (Hol' up), I let her roll with me (Hol' up, ayy) [Verse 2: Lil' Keke] I got the dash lit digital (Yeah), ridin' slab critical (Yeah) Take ya to the play pad, boo, give you a physical I promise not to lose control, I love the ho From the drop to the bedroom pole, I'm so cold (Ayy) California kush (Kush), California king (King) Girl, you fuckin' with a true street dream that's gettin' cream Back to this beautiful slab that I admire (Okay) Fresh mink, wiped down chrome on every tire I'm here to take a look at your mind in no time That umbrella grind just blockin' your true shine Upgrade your game and leave them broke dummies 760 huggin' the ground on new Asanti's Hood nigga reppin' the block yet didn't change (Change) Still let the top fall down and cut a lane (Lane) A G kinda diggin' your style, but love money Slab King, crawlin' the turf, it's one hundred [Chorus: Propain] Shawty say she wanna ride with a G (Ride), ride with a G (Ride) Ride-ride with a G (Ride), she wanna ride with a G So I let her roll with me (Hol' up), I let her roll with me (Hol' up) So-so I let her roll with me (Hol' up), I let her roll with me (Hol' up) Shaw-shaw-shawty say she wanna ride with a G (Ride), ride with a G (Ride) Ride-ride with a G (Ride), ride with a G So I let her roll with me (Hol' up), I let her roll with me (Hol' up) So-so I let her roll with me (Hol' up), I let her roll with me (Hol' up, yeah) [Verse 3: Propain] You see these cars is like our chicks, and the chicks is like our cars Top off, sky showin', baby, wish upon a star These other lames broke you down, I'm just here to fix your parts And if that slab ain't for sale, then I'll forever rent your heart Hol' up, you got me stylin' when I show up My partner say I'm trippin', you got mileage on your motor But they don't know the feelin', people wildin' when we show up Pop that truck, them neons glow, them speakers poundin' like a smoker I'm forever grippin' grain, I swear this love is real Feel so good when you grip that wood, man, I love a chick hood, that'll show that grill Hit that ave' when I tip that slab, take a nigga bitch fast, ho, young Pro' trill Haha, I'ma chill, man [Outro: Lil Keke] Real slab riders don't rush for the Kappa Beach Real slab riders don't rush for the, uh, uh The-the MLK Holiday We wait and pull out, when we pull out it is a slab holiday, you know what I'm sayin'? It don't matter when I come out, it's a holiday then Everybody comin' outside cause I'm outside, ya understand? Yeah, Don Ke', Slab 101 [Part II] [Intro: Propain] Yeah (Albie Dickson) You know they say like (Hahaha) You can't keep too much stress on the heart There come a time when you just gotta let that shit out Yeah, look [Verse: Propain] Heaven knows, this world ain't my home, it's like torture here With all the wrong I've committed, I'm glad the Lord forgives I promised Him change, like I'ma start it here Dishonored my words soon as a broad was near Crazy, tweetin' bout who the fake is Turn around, I'm dappin' up all them same niggas who hatin' Born out a bastard, can't name the nigga who made me If he is, I hate that fact, I'm ashamed that he wouldn't claim me Fuck it, I'm thinkin' bout all my cousins in the country, dog It seem like a minute since I done fucked with I be on the grind, I swear to y'all I be hustlin' Probably think I'm Hollywood, I know they think I don't love 'em Niggas in my hood be talkin' 'bout I be stuntin' 'Cause I come through in the coupe with the windows down on them buttons Niggas act like I don't deserve it or somethin' It'd be different if the shit wasn't mine and I was frontin' Back when I was rockin' them hand me downs from my cousin Broke as shit, them same niggas was laughin', playin' the dozens Snappin' at my mama 'cause Jordans wasn't in the budget Sorry, baby, I was young, ain't really know 'bout the struggle But all I knew was no heater, we keep it warm by the oven When it rain, you can't sleep 'cause that water drip in a bucket Rose out the dirt and these bitches ain't give me nothin' So you right, a nigga stuntin', I'm ridin' through yellin', "Fuck 'em" Fuck 'em, regardless I swear these niggas hate They tempers raise when these haters think your positions great The same bitch niggas that I been knowin' since pencil break Jealous cause I'm out here puttin' food on the dinner plate You don't ever mention my help, all the tuition paid The commissary, the bail money, these niggas fake That shit'll make you hate your own hood But, I know that'll make mafio twisters grade I miss the days when everybody would keep it real Now they tell me whatever I wanna hear And money root of the sum, gotta pray for them P-R-O in they eyes is just a ATM Grown ass men in they mind think I should pay for them I guess niggas think when I grind, my bread get made for them Understand I got a niece and a nephew And a dream to fly my mama to France, seein' the best view Could help a million people but if I say I can't help you Niggas quick to say I'm fake, like your concern is so special Rest in peace my Grandpa, who I know when heaven accepts you More than Malcom, Pac, and Michael was honored to say they met you But you took a big part of my soul the day you left You left my granny lonely, family in shambles, and we can't get through Still pissed at the world, but I forgive you Thugged it out for eighty-six but damn it, a nigga miss you My own partner stealin', that's really fucked with my mental Tell a nigga that you got him, but really they out to get you A couple thousand dollars how far you think that'll get you, boy? Karma is a bitch and I heard that she wanna kiss you A whole lotta fuck shit, niggas tryna kill me 'Cause you was doin' fuck shit, out here livin' filthy So now we ain't partners, you ain't never gotta speak to Pro' Dumb ass nigga, never bite the hand that feed you, bro Shed a lotta tears, like really I can't believe my bro But cut the grass, nip through the snake, trust he'll show Never did shit but try to help him come up Backfired in my face, thinkin' that we bro—