Lyrical 187 - Slide 'Em lyrics

(*talking*) Uh uh, putting it down Big T, million dollar hook man y'all I'm on the rise baby, ya know For real, ain't no stopping this year baby Know I'm tal'n bout, turning some corners Huh, check it out [Hook: Big T] First we fall up in the club, then we turn it out Throwing bows from wall to wall, slide n***as in the parking lot n***as always talking down, then they pull they Glocks For them boys can get it hot, we knocking them n***as out [D-Capo] Boys know how Capo, fall up in the club Pint in my hand, on my hip is the slugs Sipping on the mud, blowing Presidential bud Presidential club, with the Presidential buzz It's the residential thugs, skipping in your place Buying up the bar, getting Henny by the case Putting it in they face, I can see they funny gestures I turn 'em black and purple, like the x-testa Like Chester, they see the cheese They wanna test a G, and see the B's Not me not us, cause I ain't having it I'll let the Glock bust huh, and let 'em have it They mad, cause they ain't having it Turning out the club, taking over the establishment Cool management, all haters at the do' All hoes get naked, all marks gotta go [Hook] [Kevo] I toss a dub at the do', and ease on in What it do, y'all let a playa squeeze on in I'm just trying to turn a toe or suntin, throw a bow or suntin Snatch your hoe, and let go on suntin I spit at 'em all, short slim thick or they tall If n***as involved, I'ma fill my 'fit with 'em all See a star at the bar, sipping Henny and Hypnotic 7 in her face, but her a** and hips got it Said she been bout it, and ready to show Smoking like a freight train, going hard on dro All I know, n***as better give me some room Before I squeeze on my baretta, and give 'em a wound Exit style, get a dime exit out Doing Kama-Sutra with her, and X her out All these n***as in my face, need to find 'em a broad Cause as soon as I catch me one, I'm going find my car [Hook] [Lyrical 187] Let's go to the hole in the wall, f** that Lets spark up in Max's, and get it got it attacking Blow a ounce in the back of the club, with the law They recognize real n***as, plus we don't barre Wasted so clean, starched down jeans The scene switched over, once we came through the do' n***as mean mugging, handcuffing they hoes Boppers on the dance flo', putting on a show Hey DJ, put on one of my songs These boys hating, got these hoes showing they thong Bout 25 deep, it's bout 3 in the morn' X'd out the after hours, too crunk to be on n***as in the parking lot, bumping they gums That n***a get 'em carried out, and risked the alarm I Presidential roll, on over to the Mo' And they naked in the back, rolling up my dro [Hook]