Slim Thug, Paul Wall, Z-Ro - Pokin' Out lyrics
[Slim Thug, Paul Wall, Z-Ro - Pokin' Out lyrics]
Hold up! What you know about slab
4s pokin' out? Spokes dissin'
It's tradition dyne in the south
When I pull out, they say look at the wheels
I hopped out, lookin' like a mill, still
Work that wood wheel like I'm
In the Coupe DeVille
But this time that Coupe cost me
Like a half a mill they like "hi
Is this fo' real?" They ain't even got a deal
Been killing boys since I had
The braids and grills, yeah
This for the trill down in Texas
Still ridin' reckless
Me and Ro still makin' know
The world respect us
Ridin' in my slab, pourin' up, smokin' out
Fresh set of vogue still, and they pokin' out
We pokin'', pokin' out, ridin' in my slab
Wood grain I grab
Pokin', pokin' out, comin' down that ave
Pullin' on a swagger's ave
Woman, I know you want a ride, stop boppin'
Hop yo' ass inside
And you can roll with a playa
Maybe now you can see why my nose in the air
Oh my god, it's so much wood in here
You may not smell it
But you know I got that good in here
(Hold up) Keep that in, hit that
Nigga where it go?
Hit that, hit, get that, nigga there it go!
I name all my craddle cats
If it ain't custom, it ain't Rother
Sick girls hangin' ova the yellow line
Even though they're not supposed to
Write my ticket and let me
Go, know bout my business, kiss
Sent out to miss, your noggin is too big
Everyone bringin' they business in
I pull up pokin' like a cactus
Jammin' Fat Patrick
With an actress, sideways on the tilted axis
Cup holder got drank spills and blunt ashes
My backseat is a custom sleep number mattress
Hand-crafted leather stitching with
The custom pipes matching halo lights
Wait til you see it at night
4s pokin' out? Spokes dissin'
It's tradition dyne in the south
When I pull out, they say look at the wheels
I hopped out, lookin' like a mill, still
Work that wood wheel like I'm
In the Coupe DeVille
But this time that Coupe cost me
Like a half a mill they like "hi
Is this fo' real?" They ain't even got a deal
Been killing boys since I had
The braids and grills, yeah
This for the trill down in Texas
Still ridin' reckless
Me and Ro still makin' know
The world respect us
Ridin' in my slab, pourin' up, smokin' out
Fresh set of vogue still, and they pokin' out
We pokin'', pokin' out, ridin' in my slab
Wood grain I grab
Pokin', pokin' out, comin' down that ave
Pullin' on a swagger's ave
Woman, I know you want a ride, stop boppin'
Hop yo' ass inside
And you can roll with a playa
Maybe now you can see why my nose in the air
Oh my god, it's so much wood in here
You may not smell it
But you know I got that good in here
(Hold up) Keep that in, hit that
Nigga where it go?
Hit that, hit, get that, nigga there it go!
I name all my craddle cats
If it ain't custom, it ain't Rother
Sick girls hangin' ova the yellow line
Even though they're not supposed to
Write my ticket and let me
Go, know bout my business, kiss
Sent out to miss, your noggin is too big
Everyone bringin' they business in
I pull up pokin' like a cactus
Jammin' Fat Patrick
With an actress, sideways on the tilted axis
Cup holder got drank spills and blunt ashes
My backseat is a custom sleep number mattress
Hand-crafted leather stitching with
The custom pipes matching halo lights
Wait til you see it at night