Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Slidin' on That Oil, artist - Paul Wall. Date of issue: 02.04.2007
Age restrictions: 18+
Song language: English
Slidin' on That Oil |
| Slidin' on that oil, got me leanin' to the side |
| Hittin' switches, got me leanin' in my ride |
| I’m comin' down, grills so icy |
| I’m comin' down, never seen nothin' like me |
| I’m a kush smoker, 20 inch hundred spoker |
| Comin' thru with a hundred round super soaker |
| Still suited in Joker, Scandalous in Cartoon |
| 6 dudes wired, real sharp as a harpoon |
| I’m bowin' down, doin' it, I stay in the box |
| Steady ridin' dirty, steady duckin' the cops |
| I’m burned out, lit up, maskin' my fears |
| Man it’s hard to stay focused when they’re blasting your peers |
| I only fuck with real dealers and killers who really ride |
| Trust when they bust they’re triggers, who really died? |
| They figure he really high, figure they’re really right |
| Figure not to dance, they figure he really might |
| Get it how you live, on the grind for mine |
| Only roll with motherfuckers that are fine with dyin' |
| Got a mindless nine, keep it right under my front seat |
| Lookin for no trouble, if it bubble we done beat |
| I got Swangas and Vogues on my Cadillac dropper |
| When I pull up to the light, baby I’m a show stopper |
| Boys talkin' down, need to start talkin' proper |
| My security guard is an AK chopper |
| I’m a juero pistolero with a fistful of metal |
| You fuckin' with my perro, I’ma split your sombrero |
| Treatin' enemies like elbows, gettin' em off me |
| Got access to silencers, I’m killin' em softly |
| That oil got me sleepy and jealous got me strapped |
| So I slide off in the Lac' with a Glock in my lap |
| Still sittin' Sideways, Caddy Corner on them thangs |
| Swangin' in and out the lane with some ice in my fang |
| Champagne Continental, drank and diamond dental |
| Got four old-schools with the help of a rental |
| Get’s mental off the oil with a touch of that sprite |
| Two hundred dollar blunts, homie who got the light? |