Bun B - Slab on Blades lyrics

[Bun B] Well, I'ma let my candy Cadillac glide (glide) From the North to the Southwest, to the Southside Blanging down the block, with that 8-0-8 kick My spinning 24's, making boys straight sick I put it down daily, can't nobody knock it Represent my zone, with them stones in my pocket Boys wanna hate, but it ain't too much to say Ain't no holding what I do, so holla back another day Eleven years straight, and cuz I'm still standing tall With my hands on my nuts, my back against the wall I'm deep off in these streets, my ear to the ground I know what you thinking fool, but it ain't going down We young in this game baby, ain't nobody jacking We five cars deep, everybody pistol packing Tell em Billy we ain't tripping, we flipping through the hood Throwing up the deuce, and trying to show em some'ing good [Hook] Billy Cook and Bun B, set it off in the club Congo and B.M.G., if you with us tear it up See my ways is player made, my slab be rolling blades My n***as we lift the art, of many ways to get paid Billy Cook and Bun B, set it off in the club Congo and B.M.G., if you with us tear it up See we do just what we feel, and we feel just what we do B.M.G. 1965, Texas plates gripping wood [Billy Cook] I'm B.M.G. I write checks, I'm on both sides of the spectrum Rapping R&B Superstar, barring none I eject em A veteran, wreck off it when I pull up on the scene Fly as pigeon cool as cooler, then a fan naw' I mean Pimped out 64's, Caddy on 24's Billy Cook/ Bun B, and my n***a Congo I got a team of go-getters, stunners and head hunters Plenty of cash plenty of do', plenty of dro and head busters I might be sick with it, don't get it twisted I'm no s**er Bullsh** labels try to sign me, but they greedy as a motherf**er Try to put Billy Cook up on us, except for game ain't contained Trying to leave C.C. out, you b**h n***as is lame I done told ya, n***as be stressing me that's for real Don't be f**ing with my team, unless you want your caps peeled I'm a beast with this R&B, and I reign supreme Down South who it be, Billy Cook I'm a G [Hook] [Congo] Dipping through, in a Fleetwood And a hot boy, like I'm burning logs on a skeetwood I set it off in this b**h, like Big T would For your sake, your b**h a** better have a flee foot I'm holding something, that can chop and sweep your hood And peep your good, when your diamond line complete your wood It's diamonds up against the wood, when I creep the hood I'm trying to find a fine dime, to top piece my wood A head plumber down, to handle all my leaks for good Rich ain't as Christine, when I'm pimping in the parking lot I'm blowing big green, with a cloud cause I spark a lot So if you with it pimping, holla back it's super tight Cause I'm smoking super weed, and sipping on a super Sprite It's only right, that I set it off with Billy C Double O-K, to catch me rolling man just picture me Man I can't change the way I am, it's just the pimp in me It's meant to be, that's why my slab on blades n***a [Hook]