Traducció: LLOSA. Slow loud and 'Bangin.
] We Slow Loud And Bangin', ain't nothing changing Slow Loud And Bangin', Slow Loud And Bangin' We Slow Loud And Bangin', ain't nothing changing Slow Loud And Bangin', untamed and
's in my blood, and I could never be shife From day one I kept it gangsta, and now I'm paying the price So a nigga done think a nigga, that's gotta run
blue, and on a mission for paper And I'm a cock-glock popper, and a Slow Loud rocker Bitch-made nigga knocker, and a bop type stopper With B and Jay at
wood grain, Hiram-Clarke repping my hood mayn Lil B repping S.L.A.B., Slow Loud and yes a nigga do bang In a slab that's all I have, I'm still balling
ain't whinin I'm a take it how it go and mash the gas to the bullets for me and my nigga Ro Slow Loud when I Bang forever to let 'em know that the life
gon blow a pound, and don't know how to inhale it And I ain't seen you slam a motherfucking thang, on my block Except a throw with a '57 Nova, when that
Shyna, Lil' B, Boss Hogg, Jay-Ten, K.) [talking] S.L.A.B., Slow Loud And Bangin' This Young Chris from the West, we pulling out baby We in a platinum
C'd and my B'd niggaz, over to my B-D niggaz Fo' Tre's and ITC's, my TTP niggaz Boss gon floss for the house, with a Nina Ross Keep my pockets full of
hold my piece like the back grocery store a nigga stay with beats Michael D, the boss H - O - G - G...S - L - A - B with the S dub C [Verse 4: Boss]
Reminicin bout the better days stuck in a daze got me feelin like I'm trapped in a maze I'm at a early age, stressin like a grown man and all my pain
bout me Do you really wanna see, the L-I-L-B Lil B, I'll say it for you cats that's slow Slow Loud And Bangin', still taking your toll [Hook] Musi ques
the block until it's hot Then I burn off to that next spot, with the trunk popped On a hater who ain't heard of a G, S-L-A-B Across my glass, so they
I stack my pay, I know you boys know about D.E.A Me and Trae to S-L-A-B, H-Town Tex' and the S.U.C Better have a check when you fuck with me, I'm super
that Slow Loud And Bangin', feel what I'm saying Always affiliated with the streets, 3-2 what's up baby S.U.C., Slow Loud And Bangin' Assholes by motherfucking
hatin tryna keep us from reachin the top so I'm a mash for the cash like the S.U.C and the G - A - N - G is the S - L - A - B [Verse 3: Boss] It's the
care, cause half of the parking lot knew who we was We came from riding on a bike, and graduated to a Houpe Six deep with a grey cassette, trying to swang banging