Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Slapp, artist - RashadAlbum song Lincoln Way Nights, in the genre Рэп и хип-хопDate of issue: 07.02.2011
Age restrictions: 18+
Record label: Blue Collar Gang
Song language: English
Slapp |
| I’m in ya lane with my Lac |
| Woofers bangin in the back |
| Turn it up make it slapp |
| Turn it up make it slapp |
| Turn it up make it slapp |
| I’m in ya lane with my Chevy |
| Bass bangin so heavy |
| Hope the whole world hear me |
| Make it slapp yeah |
| Turn turn it up yeah |
| Make it slap yeah |
| Make it slapp |
| Make it slapp |
| SS digital dash bucket seats |
| Pipes hangin off the ass |
| Trunk goin Gorilla the whole box frame rattlin glass 5 mph down the ave |
| Doors swingin eyes hangin off the paintjob |
| Sunlight flicker |
| Stars give the same mirage bendin corners hard, showin off |
| Foot hangin thru the door |
| 500 horses stompin |
| Got the whole hood bangin, bet they hear me out in Compton |
| Right here from Harsh Ave |
| Where it all started at |
| Muscle truck extended cab |
| 73 Caprice choppin niggas lose they mind when they see it slapp |
| Boppas love to hear it slapp |
| Tv’s in the front and back |
| Pullin off 10 deep |
| That’s how we be rollin out showin out 15's 18's we be blowin out |
| Volume to the max |
| Never ever holdin back |
| Weak niggas think they doin sumn until I pull up and drown em out |
| Still unruly when we come thru ya residential Alpines beatin 18's crackin |
| pencils |
| Shatter muscle car dreams |
| When the Chevy Impala leans |
| From the flick of the switch |
| Make it start dancin down the streets |
| Like in New Orleans sounds like a second line is in the backseat |
| Brass trumpet tootin |
| Noise pollutin |
| Dayton spokes cruisin |
| Flip flop shine |
| Got the block feudin on what color I’m ridin |
| Sunk so low it looks like I’m hidin |
| Queen passenger seat ridin |
| Car reflects everything that I am |
| Classic and old skool mixed with new skool |
| Fully dressed new shoes cleaner than a whistle be |
| Every time I pull up, stares, like they was missin me |
| Sittin so high you need stairs when you enter the «V» |
| Lookin down at my competition |
| Remember when I didn’t have a pot to piss in |
| Now I got windows to throw it out of |
| And 12 door speakers to blare it out of |