Slammin’ Doors

Lyrics

[Intro: Young Buck] Trae, mayne Man, I'm feelin' so H-Town right now, my nigga This big ass white ass cup You know what I mean? [Chorus: DJ Screw & Young Buck] Slammin' them doors, pullin' them hoes Slammin' them doors, pullin' them hoes I know they see me out here, right? Slammin' them doors, pullin' them hoes Ridin' all through this H-town street, do you understand me? Slammin' them doors, pullin' them hoes Real niggas do real things Slammin' them doors, pullin' them hoes So your hood should be in the air right now Slammin' them doors, pullin' them hoes Slammin' them doors, pullin' them hoes Oh, I know you all see us out here, right? Let's go, Trae [Verse 1: Young Buck] So much candy paint, all of this Codeine Them plastic white cups, 84's on everything I got my khakis creased, heavy stars, I'm H-town Just got off the phone with Jay Prince, they 'bout to hate now I'm throwed, slowly movin' down this road What don't kill you makes you stronger I was told So I carries the load, two thousand pounds of dro I just sold like, I can get myself up out this hoe I'm slammin' them doors [Chorus: DJ Screw] Slammin' them doors, pullin' them hoes Slammin' them doors, pullin' them hoes Slam-Slammin' them doors, pullin' them hoes Slammin' them doors, pullin' them hoes Slammin' them doors, pullin' them hoes Slammin' them doors, pullin' them hoes Slam-Slammin' them doors, pullin' them hoes Slammin' them doors, pullin' them hoes [Verse 2: Trae tha Truth] I'm in the slab lookin' mentally challenged, it's stunna Premeditated, I blew the brains out and left it with scrilla Presidential elected king of the streets by the gutter With a wrist like AT&T, here to reach out and touch ya I am the streets, so tell them pussies quit clammin' my name If you ain't tippin' fours with hood respect, we are nothin' the same You still can find me where your favorite gangstas never go Probably in the bricks poppin' the trunks Slammin' them [?] doors [Chorus: DJ Screw] Slammin' them doors, pullin' them hoes Slammin' them doors, pullin' them hoes Slam-Slammin' them doors, pullin' them hoes Slammin' them doors, pullin' them hoes Slammin' them doors, pullin' them hoes Slammin' them doors, pullin' them hoes Slam-Slammin' them doors, pullin' them hoes Slammin' them doors, pullin' them hoes [Verse 3: Young Buck & Trae tha Truth] Trae I'm on 59, where I go to see the hood? Head to the west end, homie I got'cha, everything is hood Hop in this whip and let's swing these 84's and grip the wood Feelin' just like I should Take a nigga life, I could 'Cause I'm a gangsta, homie They ain't got nothin' on me They street credit phony Plus I got this pistol on me They know what we about Trash bags full of that [?] Black mask, we comin' to get you That goes for you and whoever is with ya I'm from the city where pimpin' that [?] beat the slab Big Hawk and Big Moe body rockin' down the ave I let the top leave and greet you with the deuce up Hey Trae, they say in Texas you ain't shit if you ain't screwed up [Chorus: DJ Screw] Slammin' them doors, pullin' them hoes Slammin' them doors, pullin' them hoes Slam-Slammin' them doors, pullin' them hoes Slammin' them doors, pullin' them hoes Slammin' them doors, pullin' them hoes Slammin' them doors, pullin' them hoes Slam-Slammin' them doors, pullin' them hoes Slammin' them doors, pullin' them hoes