[Verse 1: Lil' Keke]
I'm in the kitchen [?] whipping, catch me later, I'm switching lanes
83's and 84's, deffinatly ain't the same thing
[?] Paul Wall, bitch, we on that money chase
N***as out here hating, they gon' make me catch another case
69, 77, I'm hopping 7 [?]
Don Ke, Slab Ke, guess who got the fucking juice
Riding clean all year, get that trash out of here
Grip the [?] watch it float, glass extra [?] clear
I ain't ever laying down, self-made and paid now
Get the bag, kill a [?] sit that bitch right on the ground
Top down, windows up, A.C. blowing super cold
Riding through the city, like a player won the superbole

[Verse 2: Paul Wall]
Switching lanes in my old school, it came out before I was born
Speakers banging like thunder, man, it sound like a storm
Screens on, watching Pornhub, I'm far from the norm
Broke them off, now they scoring, my slab in rare form
Don't matter if it's warm, cold, rain, or snow
I'ma raise the trunk up, and let the neons glo
I'm on 4's when I crawl, double parked at the mall
Hollar at my homie [?] what's up, dawg?
I chuck the duse up [?] pour up a two
Lil kids and old ladies, yeah, I break them off too
It's Paul Wall, what it do?
I'm in that red 72
And if the music ain't screwed, it gets no play, fool
[Verse 3: Big Pokey]
This one for the country made, slab game real here
On them thangs, in and out the lane is what it is here
Slab [?]
[?] on [?]
N***as [?] cream [?]
Sliding by [?] bitch, it's game night
Painted like it's leaking, no squeaking, 'cause the frame tight
Crawl down, hit the block, for I do it, ditch the top
Body rocking, drop [?] poured up exotic pop
It's real on these streets I ride on, that's why I gotta cop
Twist one, drop a duse in my juice, then ride out
Falling out the cocpit, runts mixed with pound cake
4 15's in the trunk, make the ground shake