[Verse 1: Paul Wall]
I'm 'bout to pull up and park and make you break your neck
Slab tagging effect, you dealing with a vet
No shortcuts, I cashed out every step
No defects, a single flaw I won't except
I pull up 5 cars deep, they all mine, though
A 82 Lil Cad candy on the side door
84 Biarritz, top missing, mind blown
The CT6 poking like a pine cone
I'm on another level, still unmatched
Poking like a Q-Tip, dripping like earwax
I lost the top, but don't worry, I don't get too attached
Turn the bass to the max, fake ones, get axed
Now feel that
Drop 'lac on bag
I block the traffic on both sides, they all mad
Bumper drag break 'em off real bad
You want a slab, you better bring you a bag
And stop playing, mane

[Chorus: Chalie Boy]
Bouncin' rockin' skatin' scrapin'
Put your money in n stop hating
Only real slab riders relatin'
Bouncin' rockin' skatin' scrapin'
Put your money in n stop hatin'
Only real slab riders relatin'
[Verse 2: Bun B]
Baby, you're now tuned into the all time greatest
Number one player, on the slab in your playlist
And normally, I wouldn't even say this
But you gon' have to put that thing up, 'cause what I'm pulling out is A-List
I hadn't come down candy for a couple
So I put in a call to Big Lee on the double
Told him that I needed a spoaks and vogue treatment
Something that's gon' turn me some heads, not just pieces
I said I'm looking for a Cadillac, man
Shit, he said we gotta call up Cadillac Fam
Well, get him on the horn, and tell him send me a whip
Plus a budget OG, ain''t none, don't even trip
We need some fresh rims, 4 tires and Tierra Grills
So we can let them boys know that we forever trill
And don't forget to get the L.E.D. trunk
So when we pop it, they know that we ain't no punk
Cut a corner n get it crunk



[Chorus: Chalie Boy]
Bouncin' rockin' skatin' scrapin'
Put your money in n stop hating
Only real slab riders relatin'
Bouncin' rockin' skatin' scrapin'
Put your money in n stop hatin'
Only real slab riders relatin'
[Verse 3: Chalie Boy]
Ain't nothing better than we pull up in a candy 'lac
Temple trip, with the trunk on knock, n them super vocals tippin' back
Woman in the crib, got it by the wood wheel and the leather seats sitting on recline
If them haters hate, chuck it up in they face
N the plate say
"How you like me now?"

[Chorus: Chalie Boy]
Bouncin' rockin' skatin' scrapin'
Put your money in n stop hating
Only real slab riders relatin'
Bouncin' rockin' skatin' scrapin'
Put your money in n stop hatin'
Only real slab riders relatin'