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Gimmie the Mic

Trae

S.L.A.B., Vol. 3

2006

city I'm gritty like the state, how you feeling
Now really, who you think gon be fucking around with that Trae
With my screens lit, swanging

Ready 4 War

Lil C

S.L.A.B., Vol. 3

2006

(*talking*)
The youngest guerilla in here mayn, Young Dyno
In here with Trae, D and S.L.A.B
We representing this to the fullest mayn, AK's loaded

Swang

Pimp C

Restless

2006

Pop-Pop my trunk yep, yep, yep, yep (x4)

Verse 1 (Trae)
I'ma swang I'm a swanger slab lean to the left
Pop my trunk and show what I'm about so Houston,

Trae, mayne
Man, I'm feelin' so H Town right now
My nigga this big ass white ass cup
You know what I mean?

Slammin' them doors, pullin' them hoes

New Benz like send, they run up out of grand
And the trunk read Trae
So they know that I'm the man
Me Paul Wall, in a slab out of Texas
In a Cadillac,

Lloyd, yeah you know what I'm on
Many girls are laid in my Styrofoam
And I'm in the H-Town, so don't play around
Or my nigga Trae tha Truth going to lay

32 inches around, my neck
Guerilla Maab, all in my deck
Dougie D and Trae, just wrecked
A skeet taste, on 3D-2
Slowed down and chopped, by DJ Screw
Me

Bury me besides my uncles, I put on the Merk-City
It's a pity, ladies love me, but I'm loyal to the money
Rest in peace to Pimp C, can't forget the game

screw in my veins
And the way I swang
Swang
You can tell its screw in my veins
Slow beat with bang
You can tell it's screw in my veins
Uh
Slab it out

Terrorizing the streets
Like they school yard playgrounds
Bitches ain't shit, so I do it my way
In the 500 CL, just banging some Trae
We got some soldiers in

Summertime

DJ Luis

Hustle Music, Vol. 18

side (summertime)
And our diamonds ain't monkey

Summertime in my city, ain't nobody tripping
Summertime in my city, we just smoking and sipping

can't get broke
And that's all I know
Maintaining, doing my thang
Swanging in a slab, gripping on wood grain
That's just the life that I chose
Don't worry

time
Doing it like a star plus it's certified
By the way that I tip my car
Screw done told me back in the gap
That half these bitches wasn't shit
So I'm

Im Fly

Trae Tha Truth

Street King

explained by the anger
And I'm holding on a glock, that's keeping one up in the chamber
I'ma strut it like a gangsta, so my niggas get they bang on
Hopping

Oh no, there go them Texas boys swanging
In a fo' do'
Top still of the drop, but I moved to 24's
Think of taking my slab
Haters I don't think so

Welcome 2 Houston

Pimp C

The Boss of All Bosses

2009

the city where our stadiums drop the top
Z-Ro the Crooked, my ghetto pass is good in any hood, any block they got
The white cup is for the codeine

Miss My Dawg

ABN

It Is What It Is

2008

miss my dog, I really miss my dog
I really miss my dog, I really miss my dog
I really miss my dog, DJ Screw 
S-L-A-B help me out, GM yeah Trae, Z-Ro

heading down to Main
Like a pimp, hoes I got by the flock
In a CMC, and low key from cops
I'm on the grind, trying to stack my knots
I put about four G's,

closed
Or make a nigga feel hard all up in my face
(what's up B) , you niggas still fraud
That's why I roll
With G-Maab Entertain' mayn
SLAB known to swang

Screw yeeeeeeeeeeeah
S-L-A-B help me out, GM yeah Trae, Z-Ro
Ooh yeeeeeeeeeeah, oooooooooooh yeeeeeah
Yeeeeah-whooooooa, we really miss you my dog
Heeey

think you could do what Cl' do
Originar SLAB rider, coming through
Cl'Che, Trae, Dougie D we love to do
When you hating on we do
And the do is in you i

Thug]
This drink got me leanin, I ain't smoke all day so I'm fienin
I'm feelin like I'm livin and I'm livin like I'm dreamin
My candy slab gleamin, I pass

and I'm
In love with the do'
And every nigga I know in love with the dro
Some go for blow some pop X
Bring me the cash don't take no checks
Pack my tech

games
I'm a P-IM-P, full speed through your dame
I'm loved by blue
And my niggas in the flame
These niggas better chill
I'm the Truth in the game
Leather