"Slidin' On That Oil"

[Chorus x2: Paul Wall]
Slidin' on that oil, got me leanin' to the side
Hittin' switches, got me leanin' in my ride
I'm comin' down, grills so icy
I'm comin' down, never seen nothin' like me

[Verse 1: Skinhead Rob]
I'm a kush smoker, 20 inch hundred spoker
Comin' thru with a hundred round super soaker
Still suited in Joker, Scandalous in Cartoon
6 dudes wired, real sharp as a harpoon
I'm bowin' down, doin' it, I stay in the box
Steady ridin' dirty, steady duckin' the cops
I'm burned out, lit up, maskin' my fears
Man it's hard to stay focused when they're blasting your peers
I only f*ck with real dealers and killers who really ride
Trust when they bust they're triggers, who really died?
They figure he really high, figure they're really right
Figure not to dance, they figure he really might
Get it how you live, on the grind for mine
Only roll with motherf*ckers that are fine with dyin'
Got a mindless nine, keep it right under my front seat
Lookin for no trouble, if it bubble we done beat


[Verse 2]
[Paul Wall]
I got Swangas and Vogues on my Cadillac dropper
When I pull up to the light, baby I'm a show stopper
Boys talkin' down, need to start talkin' proper
My security guard is an AK chopper

[Skinhead Rob]
I'm a juero pistolero with a fistful of metal
You f*ckin' with my perro, I'ma split your sombrero
Treatin' enemies like elbows, gettin' em off me
Got access to silencers, I'm killin' em softly

[Paul Wall]
That oil got me sleepy and jealous got me strapped
So I slide off in the Lac' with a Glock in my lap
Still sittin' Sideways, Caddy Corner on them thangs
Swangin' in and out the lane with some ice in my fang

[Skinhead Rob]
Champagne Continental, drank and diamond dental
Got four old-schools with the help of a rental
Get's mental off the oil with a touch of that sprite
Two hundred dollar blunts, homie who got the light?


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