Текст (слова) песни: S.L.A.B. f C-Loc, W.G - We Been Fly

 
(*talking*) 
S.L.A.B., Slow Loud And Bangin` know I`m saying 
We been on this fly shit, yeah we keep it gangsta 
You know we been dropping tops, pulling out 4`s 
Spinning on boys, straight out Ike or Jet 
Since Pat and Screw was around 
 
[Trae] 
What`s cracking lately my nigga, must ain`t heard of the news 
The way I dropped a `60 Cheve, plus he grew in his shoes 
I guess I`m fly, cause these boppers steady calling my phone 
But I don`t really wanna be bothered, when I`m tipping my chrome 
And I don`t really wanna be bothered, bitch I`m feeling my zone 
Slow motion banging my song, four 15`s to the dome 
Yeah, I think you kinda feel the point that I`m stressing 
Like a jacker that`s running up, gon feel the black Smith-N-Wesson 
Off with top shocks on the drop, these jocks on cock 
Clearing out the block, hearts gon stop when I set up the shop 
Popping off with them thangs, still the same but changing my lanes 
And as soon as my attitude change, I`m change up your frame 
The name Trae bitch get it right, `fore the Maab get to clicking 
Like a TV in `86, back when the color was missing 
So if you hating fuck you, `fore a nigga buck you 
To tell the truth I give a fuck, bout what you going through 
 
[C-Loc] 
Now pure playa when I pass, play the game with precision 
So fly when I ride, girl go on take a picture 
Got a swag so serious, you`ll mistake it for a dance 
Got a strap so swoll, knock `em clean out they pants 
These hoes love Loc, they know Loc a real man 
Baby mama want me back, but that hoe had a chance 
Went from selling blocks of crack, to selling verses for grands 
Real recognize real, that`s why Trae is my man 
Look Big Loc forever fly, till I`m resting in peace 
I`m so cold that my blood temp, about zero degrees 
I`m so fly like Outkast, so fresh and so clean 
Make the game look so easy, but I`m just doing my thing 
 
[W.G.] 
I`m so fly, hopping out of my car with the rims spinning 
Dubs up, looking like I just won a million 
I ain`t tripping, it took a little time but me and my team cashing checks 
Hopping out of planes, at L.A.X 
Houston Tex what I rep, when I hit the West 
Got a big ass Dub, hanging off my chest 
Seeing niggaz cuffing they chicks, run up bitch 
And see how long it take my niggaz, to blitz 
 
[Boss] 
I`m fly, but niggaz still will get beat up 
Every 24/7, got my motherfucking heater 
Never leaving the house, without my pistol grip what I`m fin`s to grip 
They tell me to calm down, but Lil` Boss Hogg is fin`s to trip 
I advise you niggaz, to catch hold of your brain 
Cause 17 hollow points, might shower down like rain 
Off the chain, fresh off the dock tipping a yacht 
I bang like 5 Deuce Scott, tipping a drop 
Bucking at cops I`m over the law, I`m over your jaw 
Couped up in the kitchen, and I`m working with raw 
Ain`t too many niggaz, that can G like me 
I keep about 16, B.G.`s with heat
 

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