Celebrate the Line

Celebrate the Line
Shine
Bitch I ain't lying
Making bread, Hoes on deck, it goes down
Candy on slab, got them haters on frown
No matter how it go, it's going down
Celebrate the line
Red and blue, I'm banging screw
Burgundies and candy greens
Purple swerver, Silver Surfer
All the slabs is on the scene

Check me out, they know it's woodgrain steering
Top disappearing, yeah
They celebrating the line, I can hear the crowd cheering
Riding one deep, the slab private
All leather cockpit, nigga I'm a pilot
4's on that thang, that's the only way I drive it
Old school, brand new motor, my shit quiet, shhhhh
4 in the snapple, the lac all apple
Wide frame sitting in the lane like a tracker

Paul Wall Baby
Riding down Memorial, flyer than a Oriole
The H-Town orator giving pop trunk tutorials
It's quite historical the way I wear wood wheels
Shout out to the blade line and solo 2 trill
Poppa in that green thing 10 cars deep
And right behind them is the kill line hogging the street
I'm block top TV candy ready
Call the queen shooter, tell her have that camera ready
Cause I'm coming down

Great state of Texas where the sun shine brighter
Slab wood catching flames from cartier lighters
Fresh fly nigga everything I ride clean
Finest vines all the time
Yeah I think I'm the king
Slow like codeine when I creep up on the scene
Sitting on lean, shotgun is my queen
You know me, always in something you've never seen
Waiting to wake up, this shit feeling like a dream

Ok, ok, okay I'm riding slow
Lock and load, when Pro come through, just hide ya hoe
Kicking game, catch a nigga balling like soccer goal
Diamonds froze, Oh they five below, I eat like pappadeaux
Pull up, have em' hypnotized, but nah I ain't Big Poppa though
I'm H-Town, southside nigga, see I'm like Hawk N Poke
I'm from the land where wet paint drip, this shit like mop and glow
Rock N Roll, slab line dancing this sound like Zydeco
I come down, I shut it down, I'm out the door Pro

Grain gripping, I'm lane switching on tiffany seats
I might be missing my roof, but I ain't missing no beat
Now I'm reclining my fifth, it look like it went to sleep
Trunk up like it's yawning, that's how I'm flipping my fleet
Big grill with the lady like I just brought her some teeth
From Johnny Dang trunk knocking jamming Mexican OT
Smoking gas, sipping oil, till the day I OD
And I don't plan on slowing down
I ain't OG Ron C (Bill)

KRIT all the way from M – I crooked love to Texas
For all the times my OG showed up and wrecked it
The House of Blues and Warehouse Live off the checklist
Buy the car, buy the house, stop the plex method
Digi on the dash, the slab leave eyes wide
Coming down, left to right, car doing the southside
This for all the tape that made they way to my state
Forever showing love, pop the trunk
And celebrate the line

Celebrate the Line
Shine
Bitch I ain't lying
Making bread, Hoes on deck, it goes down
Candy on slab, got them haters on frown
No matter how it go, it's going down
Celebrate the line
Red and blue, I'm banging screw
Burgundies and candy greens
Purple swerver, Silver Surfer
All the slabs is on the scene

Celebrate the line
C'mon everybody gather round
I'd be Got Damn if I don't come down
If I don't come down
Saying Oh No
Think I gotta tell em' again
Imma Celebrate the line
C'mon everybody gather round
I'd be Got Damn if I don't come down
Down, Down
Oh No
Think I gotta tell em' again
Imma Celebrate the line