[Verse 1: Slim Thug] Hold up! What you know about slab, 4s pokin' out? Spokes dissin', it's tradition dyne in the south When I pull out, they say look at the wheels I hopped out, lookin' like a mill, still Work that wood wheel like I'm in the Coupe DeVille But this time that Coupe cost me like a half a mill They like "hi, is this fo' real?" They ain't even got a deal Been k**ing boys since I had the braids and grills, yeah This for the trill down in Texas, still ridin' reckless Me and Ro still makin' know the world respect us Ridin' in my slab, pourin' up, smokin' out Fresh set of vogue still, and they pokin' out [Hook x2] We pokin'', pokin' out, ridin' in my slab, wood grain I grab Pokin', pokin' out, comin' down that ave Pullin' on a swagger's ave [Verse 2: Z-Ro] Woman, I know you want a ride, stop boppin', hop yo' a** inside And you can roll with a playa Maybe now you can see why my nose in the air Oh my god, it's so much wood in here You may not smell it, but you know I got that good in here (Hold up) Keep that in, hit that, n***a where it go? Hit that, hit, get that, n***a there it go! I name all my craddle cats, if it ain't custom, it ain't Rother Sick girls hangin' ova the yellow line, even though they're not supposed to Write my ticket and let me go, know bout my business, kiss Sent out to miss, your noggin is too big, everyone bringin' they business in [Hook x2] [Verse 3: Paul Wall] I pull up pokin' like a cactus, jammin' Fat Patrick With an actress, sideways on the tilted axis Cup holder got drank spills and blunt ashes My backseat is a custom sleep number mattress Hand-crafted leather stitching with the custom pipes Matching halo lights, wait til you see it at night