2 - Puttin it in Yo Face lyrics

(*talking*) Shot G, what's up Jimmy D baby In here, with them S.L.A.B. soldiers It's the L-A double, it go down Say Trae, sing that sh** [Hook] Slow Loud Bangin, your block With a super fly hoe, sideways in a drop Constantly, we gotta put it in your face Trying to shine full time, so we on a paper chase Slow Loud Bangin, your block With a super fly hoe, sideways in a drop Constantly, we gotta put it in your face We gotta put it, in your face baby [Jimmy D] I keep the coupe sticky, and the motherf**ing roof nifty Open my do', look like Jiffy Got all my playa partnas with me, bout to hit 6-10 and do a buck fifty I ain't tripping, got the fo' pound thrust with me Not thinking bout no jackers, not thinking bout no crackers You run up I clap ya, your story ends sad ever after And I'm still, rocking the ice tipping the deuce Popping the roof, squat in the coupe And I'm still loading the gats, busting the caps Busting these cats, who don't think I work hard for that He just hating, won't give me a card for that I do a show, I get award for that Thank God for that, wrecking on a Slow Loud Trae burn me up a copy, I'ma turn it so loud Pa** by the hoes, got em screaming whoa now Just ran through this b**h, you know she a hoe now Thinking I'm her man, lil' mama slow down Hit blue, while she talking I ain't hearing no sound [Lil' B] Putting it all in your face, one two three times If you wanna be my opponent, then I'ma knock ya down With a left a right, I'm thoed and out of sight Sipping syrup and Sprite, it's going down tonight Got my 3-80 lady, if a n***a be acting shady Pull his card baby, then I'm dropping him off in Cady n***as acting crazy, but I'ma stay on my note No need, for me to hide behind tint and cheap smoke Pull out the garage, and swang hard It's Lil' B, coming down the Boulevard Putting it all in your face, just a skee taste In love with superstars, with a itty-bitty waist I'ma do it like Mase, and blind your eye Everytime I step out, I'm known to get fly Like my kon folk Trae, ball and parlay Whether sunny or grey, we still tipping Fewquay [Hook] [Trae] Drop it in a six do', pearl L-dog With the Shot, B, and Jimbo and the Catalog Keeping the trunk knocking, broads bopping haters be jocking Like I'm short stopping, I think it's cause my top dropping On a Southside, block mayn Lane to lane we off the chain, and I love it mayn I lost my n***a, B-I-G M-E double L-O Keeping a deuce out the roof, tipping on 84's With Big B double E, can you see me We T-I-N-T-E-D, with Lil' H-E-A-D 4'3 with the Ness, that's stanging like wasps You try to collide with us, your body fin to wind up tossed That's with or without a, we click though we could shot-a Flipping up to Nevada, with a yellow b**h renada I'm slow loud and we banging, block to block when I'm hanging If I put it be aiming, till your body be stinking [Shot G] Sitting sideways, fo' deep It's that n***a, Shot G I'm straight, from the streets Catch me in the hood, standing on the block with my heat I got a mouth, full of rocks In my garage got a drop, in Clear Lake I got a yacht When I hit the club, hoes bop With the S.L.A.B. in the lab, it can't stop [Hook] [2] The Dirty South is the home, where the candy cars roam From the Clarke to the stone, boy we balling on chrome It's 3rd Coast Houston Texas, and we thugs that live reckless Plus we young and we restless, so you better respect us I keep a Glock by my side, cause these n***as like checkers Try and jump when they can, but they bet not test us Lil' 2 motherf**ers, and we flossing and flipping Flipping and flossing, tossing them big body bosses Getting lost in the wind, but we ball anyway And if you try to stop my pay, then you can call it a day AK's will spray, and tech nines we bust Chop the blocks with our blades, and leave you hoes in the dust [Dougie D] What is the dealy, cousin Dougie be blazing tweedle-dee dumb, and sipping something Do what we do on the grind constantly, and keep it crunking With all the hoods state to state, driving while we getting drunk'n b**hes be bopping, ready to come off they panties for us Ride for us get down for us, we S.L.A.B. n***as b**h in the do' and you can't hold us See them bubble eyed, candy dripping all on the scene We crawling down in a line, and looking fresh and so clean Now tell me what it do, bone hard like a metal it means we banging Screw Dougie D gon give it to you hoes, the way Dougie do Better believe it, I'm gon represent until I'm through Forever the S.L.A.B., is gonna continue mashing through [Hook]