[Intro - Chopped and Screwed Voice (echo)]
Hold up mayneI know you ain't think we wouldn't fittin
to come through with somethinfor the slab
You must be crazy niggaYou know we come down, this
Texas niggaThat's off the top hoHold up, that some shit
that'll shake the sidewalk right thereDang, you pop this trunk
Bang down this block (Play-Play-Play-Play-Play-N-Skillz)
Beat 'em down right quick mayne
[Chorus - Play-N-Skillz (Bun B) - w/ ad libs]
I'm ridin slow(I'm in the slab, swangin up the Ave.)
I'm ridin vogues(Sittin on leather with my shit together)
I'm ridin fo's(I'm doin dirty while I'm "Ridin' Dirty")
I'm ridin slow(Sittin on buck and I don't give a fuck,
so bitch, what's up?)
Beep, beep, so they can see when
I'm rollin through the hoodBeep, beep,
so they can see how a player grips his wood
Beep, beep, I bet they see that now I'm livin good
(Grippin the grain, drippin the stain)I'm ridin slow
[Verse 1 - Bun B]
Texas, land of the swang (swang),
where boys pop trunk and bang (bang)
Come down in a candy thang, hittin that switch (switch),
lettin 'em hangHit me a stang, maybe a lick (lick)
Pound of the brown, maybe a brick (brick)
Burn that purp inside of the 'garWith a bad ass bitch
inside of the car (car)C to the A, D to the I (I), L to the
L to the A to the C (C)B to the U to the N to the B,
reppin that P to the A to the T (to the T)
I'm a dirty South representer, summertime,
spring to the fall to the winterO.G. in the game,
no beginner, don't take a loss (loss), get with a winner
Lobsters on my plate for dinner (dinner)
And your bitch is the midnight snack (snack)
Break her off when I'm layin up in her (in her)
When I'm done I'm a send her right back (back)
Iced out chain (chain), frozen wrist (wrist), grip that grain when
I close this fist
Diamonds up against the wood in the hood and I can't be missed

[Chorus - w/ ad libs]

[Verse 2 - Slim Thug]
Huh, huh, huhI'm ridin slow, eyes slow, from what
I smoke and po'If you ain't smokin 'dro,
then what the fuck you smokin fo'?
With my deposit Thug about to give the world a show (huh)
You know the truck gon' glow (glow),
you know them screens gon' show (show)
You know the fifth gon' fall (fall), you know them fo's gon' crawl
(cheah)You know that Texas got to show y'all how we like to ball
(huh)My trunk knockin, got 'em watchin like I'm on a stage
(I know you see me)Them four fifteens sound like lions
bustin out a cageI'm gettin paid, been ridin clean
since the 'leventh gradeNo more braids now,
I'm razor on my taper-fade (yeah)I got it made, went to
Ike and I got it sprayedNow when I park where it's dark,
you can't see the shade (huh)

[Chorus - w/ ad libs]

[Verse 3 - Bun B]
Man, there's a road through the city
Leather so soft (soft), paint so pretty
Wheels so shiny, rims so new
When I hit your hood (hood), what you gon' do? (gon' do)
Fall back and break bread with a G though (G though)
Might come down, not like me though (me through)
Underdog like To' and Beedo (Beedo)
Big cheese on me like a Cheeto (Cheeto)
ooh wee though, I'm the throwdest (throwdest)
But I guess you already know thisJ's the freshest,
chain the coldestHard to miss (miss), easy to notice
Watch me to show this, easy as pie
Bad ass broad, easy on the eyeI'm so clean and she's so fly
Man we so player and that's no lie
When we come through (through),
pass on byIf you gon' hate, take your ass on by
Sittin on top of the world
So really don't need nobody to crash my high (my high)
On buck with the stitch and tuck (tuck)
These boys know I'm not givin a fuck (fuck)
Try to step and get stuckSo don't press your luck, what's up?

[Chorus - w/ ad libs]

I'm ridin slow ...I'm ridin slow ...

By Diegão