S.L.A.B., Charlie Berry, Paul Wall - All I Have lyrics
[S.L.A.B., Charlie Berry, Paul Wall - All I Have lyrics]
What's up baby, Paul Wall
I'm Slow, Loud And Bangin' baby
Color Changin' Click-Clack two in your back
Chamillionairecom, I'm just saying though
We ain't even much tripping on these females
Like that you know I'm saying
These honey dips we ain't loving these dips
Naw we loving our cars
You know I'm taln' bout
We loving our slabs, we treating our slabs
Like they our gals, you feel me but uh
We gon let this music speak for it'self
You know I'm tal'n bout, it's gon explain it
What's up Trae, break em off
See my slab is all I got
And it won't never change
You can see me top down on the block
Bobbing and weaving through lanes
With the Color Changin' Click
So sick with a trunk banging
Paint staining leaving the block wet
Just like as if it was raining
I ain't the one to be capping cat
But my slab be off the chain
Four TV's and a PS3
Tinted up high when I swang
Maabing in the old school
But, I'm looking so playa
With a 4-4 cocked under my seat
Cause, I'm ready for haters
With wood all on my do's
20's shining like I was smiling
Profiling like I'm a G
And a G is what I'ma be
I'm on dubs with my drop top
With a trunk popped
On a bop that wanna be jocking
My balling'll never stop
When I pull up to the red light
People breaking they neck
Cause everybody rub a neck
And like I got in a wreck
I'm in a slab Jimmy slab
So I guess I should mention
That my purple people eater's
The center of attention
My car's kinda similar
To the leaves in Autumn
Cause the paint changing colors
And the TV's falling i'm in a foreign BMW
With the chrome all shimmering
The INS harass me
Cause my car's an immigrant
My gray goose Mercedes
Got a green card as well
With lap top TV screens, is sponsored by Dell
Chamillionairecom satellite
I'm logged on when I drop
Posting messages until I arrive
I love my slab baby
See my slab, is all I haaave
Candy paint dripping, buck on leather
TV's shining, swinging on glaaass
Top fell back, in sunny weather
Watching haters watch, as I fly paaass
In a old school, that floats like a feather
Roll slow up the block
And crawling my slaaab
Now they all know, we stacking our cheddar
I'm addicted to balling
My screens steady be falling
Dedicated to being playa
So them boppers be calling
And loving the way I swang
Banging and gripping grain
Riding the boulevard
Till the neighbors start to complain
Balling is a habit
And I can't stop if I wanted
I pop the trunk clicking screens
So my face'll be on it
I tried to stop and catch a bop
But my rims kept going
I'm crawling two miles per hour
So everybody be blowing
I'm 17 diamonds gleam, harder than Mr clean
Shining showing reflection
So niggas think it's a dream
I'm a Southside SLAB nigga
Representing it wreckless
With plates under my slab
That read "don't fuck with Texas"
My seats recline in my slab
That's all I have fuck a lady
Cause, I'm infatuated with droppers
And bubble eyes on Mercedes
Candy coated paint when I
Floss in the winter, or summer time
Still I be slip and sliding on buck
While my trunk stay on incline
I shine and I grind daily
Bopping hoes wanna date me and rape me
But a nigga be dismissing 20 of em
My slab lady lately a nigga been in a daze
Thinking bout the wood on my dash
So I commit's to swing and
Bang beat up blocks
With my mind focused on cash
Won't crash holding my wood grain
Hiram-Clarke repping my hood mayn
Lil B repping SLAB
Slow Loud and yes a nigga do bang
In a slab that's all I have
I'm still balling out of control
Sitting low crawl slow in a fo' do'
As I drop my top screens unfold
For real, know I'm tal'n bout
We love our slabs, more than these hoes
We put our money into our slabs
Not these hoes
It's pimping, you know I'm saying, but shit
It's plain to see
I love to take the top off my bitch
Raise they ass up and wave it on you hoes
Slow, Loud And Bangin' style, you feel me
I know y'all feel me
See my slab, is all I haaave
Candy paint dripping, buck on leather
TV's shining, swinging on glaaass
Top fell back, in sunny weather
Watching haters watch, as I fly paaass
In a old school, that floats like a feather
Roll slow up the block
And crawling my slaaab
Now they all know, we stacking our cheddar
I'm Slow, Loud And Bangin' baby
Color Changin' Click-Clack two in your back
Chamillionairecom, I'm just saying though
We ain't even much tripping on these females
Like that you know I'm saying
These honey dips we ain't loving these dips
Naw we loving our cars
You know I'm taln' bout
We loving our slabs, we treating our slabs
Like they our gals, you feel me but uh
We gon let this music speak for it'self
You know I'm tal'n bout, it's gon explain it
What's up Trae, break em off
See my slab is all I got
And it won't never change
You can see me top down on the block
Bobbing and weaving through lanes
With the Color Changin' Click
So sick with a trunk banging
Paint staining leaving the block wet
Just like as if it was raining
I ain't the one to be capping cat
But my slab be off the chain
Four TV's and a PS3
Tinted up high when I swang
Maabing in the old school
But, I'm looking so playa
With a 4-4 cocked under my seat
Cause, I'm ready for haters
With wood all on my do's
20's shining like I was smiling
Profiling like I'm a G
And a G is what I'ma be
I'm on dubs with my drop top
With a trunk popped
On a bop that wanna be jocking
My balling'll never stop
When I pull up to the red light
People breaking they neck
Cause everybody rub a neck
And like I got in a wreck
I'm in a slab Jimmy slab
So I guess I should mention
That my purple people eater's
The center of attention
My car's kinda similar
To the leaves in Autumn
Cause the paint changing colors
And the TV's falling i'm in a foreign BMW
With the chrome all shimmering
The INS harass me
Cause my car's an immigrant
My gray goose Mercedes
Got a green card as well
With lap top TV screens, is sponsored by Dell
Chamillionairecom satellite
I'm logged on when I drop
Posting messages until I arrive
I love my slab baby
See my slab, is all I haaave
Candy paint dripping, buck on leather
TV's shining, swinging on glaaass
Top fell back, in sunny weather
Watching haters watch, as I fly paaass
In a old school, that floats like a feather
Roll slow up the block
And crawling my slaaab
Now they all know, we stacking our cheddar
I'm addicted to balling
My screens steady be falling
Dedicated to being playa
So them boppers be calling
And loving the way I swang
Banging and gripping grain
Riding the boulevard
Till the neighbors start to complain
Balling is a habit
And I can't stop if I wanted
I pop the trunk clicking screens
So my face'll be on it
I tried to stop and catch a bop
But my rims kept going
I'm crawling two miles per hour
So everybody be blowing
I'm 17 diamonds gleam, harder than Mr clean
Shining showing reflection
So niggas think it's a dream
I'm a Southside SLAB nigga
Representing it wreckless
With plates under my slab
That read "don't fuck with Texas"
My seats recline in my slab
That's all I have fuck a lady
Cause, I'm infatuated with droppers
And bubble eyes on Mercedes
Candy coated paint when I
Floss in the winter, or summer time
Still I be slip and sliding on buck
While my trunk stay on incline
I shine and I grind daily
Bopping hoes wanna date me and rape me
But a nigga be dismissing 20 of em
My slab lady lately a nigga been in a daze
Thinking bout the wood on my dash
So I commit's to swing and
Bang beat up blocks
With my mind focused on cash
Won't crash holding my wood grain
Hiram-Clarke repping my hood mayn
Lil B repping SLAB
Slow Loud and yes a nigga do bang
In a slab that's all I have
I'm still balling out of control
Sitting low crawl slow in a fo' do'
As I drop my top screens unfold
For real, know I'm tal'n bout
We love our slabs, more than these hoes
We put our money into our slabs
Not these hoes
It's pimping, you know I'm saying, but shit
It's plain to see
I love to take the top off my bitch
Raise they ass up and wave it on you hoes
Slow, Loud And Bangin' style, you feel me
I know y'all feel me
See my slab, is all I haaave
Candy paint dripping, buck on leather
TV's shining, swinging on glaaass
Top fell back, in sunny weather
Watching haters watch, as I fly paaass
In a old school, that floats like a feather
Roll slow up the block
And crawling my slaaab
Now they all know, we stacking our cheddar