Ridin' Slab

[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—