Only for the real slab riders
This is for the real slab riders
Only for the real slab riders
I'm 'bout to pull up and park here and make you break your neck
Slab tagging effect, you dealing with a vet
No shortcuts, I cashed out every step
No defects, a single flaw I won't except
I pull up five cars deep, they all mine, No
A 82 Lil' Cad candy on the side door
84 Biarritz, top missing, mind blown
The CT6 poking like a pine cone
Now I'm on another level, still unmatched
Poking like a Q-Tip, dripping like earwax
I lost the top, but don't worry, I don't get too attached
Turn the base to the max, fake ones, get axed
Now feel that (feel that-feel that)
Drop 'lac on bags
I block the traffic on both sides, they all mad
Bumper drag break 'em off real bad
You want a slab, you better bring you a bag
You stop playing, man
Bouncin', rockin', skatin', scrapin' me
Put your money in n stop hating
Only real slab riders relatin'
Bouncin', rockin', skatin', scrapin' me (scrappin')
Put your money in and stop hatin' (yea)
Only real slab riders relatin'
Baby, you're now tuned into the all-time greatest
Number one player, on the slab in your playlist
And normally, I wouldn't even say this
But you gon' have to put that thing up, 'cause what I'm pulling out is A-List
I hadn't come down candy for a couple
So I put in a call to Big Lee on the double
Told him that I needed a SpokesAndVogues treatment
Something that's gon' turn me some heads, not just pieces
I said I'm looking for a Cadillac, man shit
He said we gotta call up Cadillac Fam
Well, get him on the horn, and tell him send me a whip
What's a budget OG, ain't none, don't even trip
We need some fresh rims, volk tires and Tierra Grills
So we can let them boys know that we forever trill
And don't forget to get the LED trunk
So when we pop it, they know that we ain't no punk
Cut a corner and get it crunk
Bouncin', rockin', (rocking) skatin', (skat) scrapin', (scrap)
When you put your money in and you stop hating (scrap)
Only real slab riders relatin' (hmm-mm)
Bouncin', rockin', skatin', scrapin', (bouncin', rockin', skatin')
And put your money in and stop hating
Only real slab riders relatin'
Ain't nothing better than we pull up in a candy 'lac (hmm-mm)
Temple trip, with the trunk on knock, and them super vocals tippin' down
(Super vocals tippin' down)
Woman in the crib, got it by the wood wheel and the leather seats sitting on recline (on recline)
If them haters hate, chuck it up in they face
And the plate say "How you like me now?"
Bouncin', rockin', skatin', scrapin'
When you put your money in and stop hating
Only real slab riders relatin' (yah)
Bouncin', rockin', skatin', scrapin'
And put your money and stop hatin'
Only real slab riders relatin' (yeah)
(Only for the real slab riders)
(Only for the real slab riders)
(Only for the real slab riders)
Hmm-mm (mine)
(Only for the real slab riders) mine (mine, mine)
