Mr. Lucci - Slab lyrics

[Mr. Lucci]*Echos* Ha, them boys don't think we can freestyle up here huh? Put it in they face, and make them feel something These n***as don't think these Dallas boys got something Um-huh, just don't know(know)...Tell 'em It's me that's creepin up yo' block without no tops, spark and glistenin With the number one n***as, our side is D-Town is bringin these hits wit him Hmm, and is keepin a sliff wit him Plus a 5th in him, wit some creased up denim You could catch me limpin, right cup sippin, well then I'm sho' nuff pimpin, playa Well I thought ya knew the truth when we drop Mr. Pook' up on you boyz, playa Haters claim the fool, so we let loose, Mr. Luc' wit ghetto noise, say what? Need to watch that Cuz ain't nothin but platinum plaques comin up out Kevin A. cat I guarantee's that, and ya best believe that Hold on dawg where my sweet at?(Sew it up mayne) n***a pa** the flame so I can heat that(n***a gon' ahead sh**) Let me gon' fire up this doskey-do', oh, Kevin A. brang the beat back Ain't no stoppin this, soon as I'm done droppin this Man Ed and Cap down at Tha Bomb is gon' be choppin it(Ch*ch*ch*) Wit screw versions cross the top and this And a monopoly in the industry, is what this sh**s gon' occur to me For, all of these n***as who ain't heard of me, or my thirty-thirty G's Better peep the crook, chain and the piece(Chime!Bling!) We some warriors from the North the D Doin it how it's supposed to be wit the crooked azz n***as that's close to me [Chorus] - 2x Mr. Lucci be comin up the block, on slabs Breakin b**hes off and it don't stop, no doubt Wettin up yo' spot and leavin it hot on swoll, n***a How the hell you feel, we pimpin hoes in tight clothes [Mr. Lucci] Well I'm thankin bout bigger thangs(What?) Bigger chain dawg bigger rings Pimp wit a bigger grain Off a side of a bigger frame down a bigger lane I'm a bigger mayne, n***a wit a bigger name Spittin bigger game (What you is?) True pimp wit a bigger caine as I step through wit a bigger swang I smoke bigger mo's, wit bigger pro's, and bigger hoes And I stack bigger dough, floss bigger fro', ride bigger Vogues And we pull, bigger jacks wit bigger gats and bigger cats And we chief, bigger sacs, ride bigger 'Lacs, hang bigger plaques And I co*k bigger locks, break bigger Glocks up off yo' spot And we work bigger rocks, tote red beams, wit bigger dots And what, plus bigger guts, and bigger wheels on bigger Trucks And we sip bigger cups, man bigger sk**s dawg bigger nuts And I'm on a bigger chase wit a bigger lake on a bigger place Hmm, my team? Bigger taste, bigger beats wit a bigger ba** Wit some bigger thoughts, and some bigger bread and a bigger vault Man wit some bigger sh** - Hunn, like a bigger walk and a bigger talk [Chorus] - 2x [Mr. Lucci] Un, n***a how you feel wit twa*kie inches on yo' 'Lac (what...?) Breakin b**hes off wit 5th wheel up on yo' back n***a Choppin up yo' game n***a, or poppin up yo' dane-a dane-a 100 percent southern raiser, motherf**er on another page Let ya candy paint, drip and drop, and I'm off the lot wit ya trunk pop And ya front screens, flip and flop, down the block, and it don't stop Drop, 4 g's wit ease, down at 4 li's wit g's down at And soon as I leave, auto crank the car wit my keys And bet, anytime I see ya I got my sweet up blazin my weed up n***a full of that G stuff, 'Hen and Reefer wit s**ier divas Just call me the W-I-G-S-P,L-I-T-T-A HEEEEEYYY chiefin my life away! Won't ever change and front my style, f** that I'm tryna clown I'm talk talkin bout brangin you hits you can bang in yo' sh** 4 years from now It's trill so huh? It's goin down on the hill Reclinin and stackin mills, while shinnin in 'Lac Seville's, playa [Chorus] - 2x