Artist: E.S.G. f/ Paul Wall Album: Owner's Manual Song: Slab Musik Typed by: Lil Hustle Country ass boy... (*talking*) Huh, no disrespect to those huh-huh Who don't rock with the South, check it out [Hook - 8x] Riding down the slab, in my candy-candy car [E.S.G.] Now boys be flipping and tipping, getting paid independent It was cool for Jay-Z, to go and brag about his Bentley But soon as we talk our slabs, boys hating like we country But all your broads be looking important, once the sea is coming The game done got crazy, throwing swangs on anythang I seen em on a Benz truck, even a mustang It got me like damn, now where the hell they do that The land where it's Screwed at, candy red and blue that A candy black and gold, with a flag that say who that Looking for a Amber Rose, to hop in and chew that You handcuff and boo that, me I beat it blue black I paid six grand, now the Lac with 32 racks go and tell em who back [Hook - 8x] [Paul Wall] I'm crawling down clean, in my candy apple toy Super pokers strutting, dripping candy on boys Chopper button, breaking boys off all day With big ol' chrome grill, popping pill blowing hay You better get out the way, when that big ol' Lac creeping Leave a trail of ants, from the candy bumper leaking Up and down that Antoine, strapped up on chrome Better watch out for them jackers, or they'll have you walking home Peeping in my rearview, po-po's in sight Put the swisha out, hide the cup kill the lights I'm ready to make a statement, when I come down that block So I keep that fifth hanging, waving trunk with bopper drop When I'm riding down slab [Hook - 8x] [E.S.G.] See we use to have the top down, coming down mayn Corey Blount, Stick 1 and Fat Pat changing lanes On Martin Luther King, Jewel did his thang Drop L dog, go and go with Swang and Bang See I made em switch lanes, drank up in my styrofoam Before the internet thugs, IPads and IPhones Then Screw passed away, but our swag wasn't gone We let Michael Watts chop it, or it's slowed down by Bone The South be my home, Lousiana to Houston Tex No disrespect Cali, down here we be the best Yeah your Benz clean, but the old school is cleaner I bet you ten racks, the SS outrun your beamer When I'm riding down the slab, so boys stop hating You probably see the 3's or fo's, or super pokers skate There's no damn debate, you know I'm still a boss The way we say it down here, is breaking boys off when we [Hook - 5x]