Slab Crusher lyrics
by Paul Wall
[Intro: Pimp C]
With your fun ass cars and your funny ass houses, n*gga
We down here having thangs, n*gga cost a living good down here in Texas. n*gga I been driving Cadillac since I've been 15 years old b*tch. Get your mind on your sh*t, you can have some too. You gotta come down here and buy you some b*tch
[Hook: Pimp C](x2)
Slab crusher , dome buster
Promethazine mixed with the tussa
We call it banana split
Choose a pimp ho I'm legit
[Verse 1: BeatKing]
Dome buster, slab crusher
My money come fast your cash [?]
2 15's my slab bumpin'
Your baby mama I ass f*cked her
Only bad hoes stand near me
They get wet of my adlibing
My trunk sound like a band in it
Mix that purple with the sprite cranberry
f*ck n*gga it's C3
I'm f*cking hoes on TV
I got paper I got haters
Strip club [?] I should not repeat
Northside where the G's be
Studewood b*tch I rep that H
Let's set that straight, slab crusher
Ho Club God on my f*cking plates
Got six screens like '98
Watch TV with my trunk lean
During the week they show pornos
On Sunday they show Joel Osten
[?] 20 degrees
Keep my mind on my motherf*cking cheese
Keep a bad yella b*tch on her knees
Keep my name out your mouth like a sneeze
[Hook]
[Verse 2: Gangsta Boo]
I party with them white folks
I party with them high folks
All my n*ggas on P-Funk
All my n*ggas smoke blunts
Y'all don't know how I rock P
Free my brother Eric man
Doing it big in Mississippi cause a n*gga had snitched man
Banana splits with your b*tch
Make the ho do alotta tricks
Smoking on some cali weed, I'm the gangsta yes indeed
Ridin' up that f*cking slab
Alley town tryna get my cash
Business over bull sh*t
Gotta keep money over thick
One time for the real ones
Two times for them fake hoes
Three times for them motherf*ckers who be about they pesos
I do this sh*t for them country buckets
I do this sh*t for them southern folks
I do this sh*t for them overalls and strawhats and them old folks
[Hook]