Ridin' Slab by Propain (Ft. Lil Keke)
Ridin' Slab by Propain (Ft. Lil Keke)

Ridin’ Slab

Propain & Lil Keke * Track #12 On Ridin Slab

Ridin’ Slab Lyrics

[Part I]

[Intro: Propain]
As a kid I used to watch all the dope boys floss
Dreamin' for the day when I could (Break them boys off)

[Verse 1: Propain]
Uh, bad bitch and we tippin' slow
Hit the scene turnin' heads, so fine she get me hoes
Click and pose, chrome heels on her but the lips is swole
Turnin' lanes she drop the top, they askin', "Where the stripper pole?"
Niggas know, in any parkin' lot I crash spots
15s up in the trunk, bought my bitch them ass shots
I blast Glocks, on any jacker, get a homicide
To take her, gotta kill me, that's the real meanin' of ride or die, I'm on

[Chorus: Propain & Lil Keke]
Shawty say she wanna ride with a G (Ride), ride with a G (Ride) Ride-ride with a G (Ride), she wanna ride with a G
So I let her roll with me (Hol' up), I let her roll with me (Hol' up)
So-so I let her roll with me (Hol' up), I let her roll with me (Hol' up)
Shaw-shaw-shawty say she wanna ride with a G (Ride), ride with a G (Ride)
Ride-ride with a G (Ride), ride with a G
So I let her roll with me (Hol' up), I let her roll with me (Hol' up)
So-so I let her roll with me (Hol' up), I let her roll with me (Hol' up, ayy)

[Verse 2: Lil' Keke]
I got the dash lit digital (Yeah), ridin' slab critical (Yeah)
Take ya to the play pad, boo, give you a physical
I promise not to lose control, I love the ho
From the drop to the bedroom pole, I'm so cold (Ayy)
California kush (Kush), California king (King)
Girl, you fuckin' with a true street dream that's gettin' cream
Back to this beautiful slab that I admire (Okay)
Fresh mink, wiped down chrome on every tire
I'm here to take a look at your mind in no time
That umbrella grind just blockin' your true shine
Upgrade your game and leave them broke dummies
760 huggin' the ground on new Asanti's
Hood nigga reppin' the block yet didn't change (Change)
Still let the top fall down and cut a lane (Lane)
A G kinda diggin' your style, but love money
Slab King, crawlin' the turf, it's one hunnid

[Chorus: Propain]
Shawty say she wanna ride with a G (Ride), ride with a G (Ride) Ride-ride with a G (Ride), she wanna ride with a G
So I let her roll with me (Hol' up), I let her roll with me (Hol' up)
So-so I let her roll with me (Hol' up), I let her roll with me (Hol' up)
Shaw-shaw-shawty say she wanna ride with a G (Ride), ride with a G (Ride)
Ride-ride with a G (Ride), ride with a G
So I let her roll with me (Hol' up), I let her roll with me (Hol' up)
So-so I let her roll with me (Hol' up), I let her roll with me (Hol' up, yeah)

[Verse 3: Propain]
You see these cars is like our chicks, and the chicks is like our cars
Top off, sky showin', baby, wish upon a star
These other lames broke you down, I'm just here to fix your parts
And if that slab ain't for sale, then I'll forever rent your heart
Hol' up, you got me stylin' when I show up
My partner say I'm trippin', you got mileage on your motor
But they don't know the feelin', people wildin' when we show up
Pop that truck, them neons glow, them speakers poundin' like a smoker
I'm forever grippin' grain, I swear this love is real
Feel so good when you grip that wood, man, I love a chick hood, that'll show that grill
Hit that ave' when I tip that slab, take a nigga bitch fast, ho, young Pro' trill
Haha, I'ma chill, man

[Outro: Lil Keke]
Real slab riders don't rush for the Kappa Beach
Real slab riders don't rush for the, uh, uh
The-the MLK Holiday
We wait and pull out, when we pull out it is a slab holiday, you know what I'm sayin'?
It don't matter when I come out, it's a holiday then
Everybody comin' outside cause I'm outside, ya understand?
Yeah, Don Ke', Slab 101

[Part II]

[Intro: Propain]
Yeah (Albie Dickson)
You know they say like (Hahaha)
You can't keep too much stress on the heart
There come a time when you just gotta let that shit out
Yeah, look

[Verse: Propain]
Heaven knows, this world ain't my home, it's like torture here
With all the wrong I've committed, I'm glad the Lord forgives
I promised Him change, like I'ma start it here
Dishonored my words soon as a broad was near
Crazy, tweetin' bout who the fake is
Turn around, I'm dappin' up all them same niggas who hatin'
Born out a bastard, can't name the nigga who made me
If he is, I hate that fact, I'm ashamed that he wouldn't claim me
Fuck it, I'm thinkin' bout all my cousins in the country, dog
It seem like a minute since I done fucked with
I be on the grind, I swear to y'all I be hustlin'
Probably think I'm Hollywood, I know they think I don't love 'em
Niggas in my hood be talkin' 'bout I be stuntin'
'Cause I come through in the coupe with the windows down on them buttons
Niggas act like I don't deserve it or somethin'
It'd be different if the shit wasn't mine and I was frontin'
Back when I was rockin' them hand me downs from my cousin
Broke as shit, them same niggas was laughin', playin' the dozens
Snappin' at my mama 'cause Jordans wasn't in the budget
Sorry, baby, I was young, ain't really know 'bout the struggle
But all I knew was no heater, we keep it warm by the oven
When it rain, you can't sleep 'cause that water drip in a bucket
Rose out the dirt and these bitches ain't give me nothin'
So you right, a nigga stuntin', I'm ridin' through yellin', "Fuck 'em"
Fuck 'em, regardless I swear these niggas hate
They tempers raise when these haters think your positions great
The same bitch niggas that I been knowin' since pencil break
Jealous cause I'm out here puttin' food on the dinner plate
You don't ever mention my help, all the tuition paid
The commissary, the bail money, these niggas fake
That shit'll make you hate your own hood
But, I know that'll make mafio twisters grade
I miss the days when everybody would keep it real
Now they tell me whatever I wanna hear
And money root of the sum, gotta pray for them
P-R-O in they eyes is just a ATM
Grown ass men in they mind think I should pay for them
I guess niggas think when I grind, my bread get made for them
Understand I got a niece and a nephew
And a dream to fly my mama to France, seein' the best view
Could help a million people but if I say I can't help you
Niggas quick to say I'm fake, like your concern is so special
Rest in peace my Grandpa, who I know when heaven accepts you
More than Malcom, Pac, and Michael was honored to say they met you
But you took a big part of my soul the day you left
You left my granny lonely, family in shambles, and we can't get through
Still pissed at the world, but I forgive you
Thugged it out for 86 but damn it, a nigga miss you
My own partner stealin', that's really fucked with my mental
Tell a nigga that you got him, but really they out to get you
A couple thousand dollars how far you think that'll get you, boy?
Karma is a bitch and I heard that she wanna kiss you
A whole lotta fuck shit, niggas tryna kill me
'Cause you was doin' fuck shit, out here livin' filthy
So now we ain't partners, you ain't never gotta speak to Pro'
Dumb ass nigga, never bite the hand that feed you, bro
Shed a lotta tears, like really I can't believe my bro
But cut the grass, nip through the snake, trust he'll show
Never did shit but try to help him come up
Backfired in my face, thinkin' that we bro—

Ridin’ Slab Q&A

Who wrote Ridin’ Slab's ?

Ridin’ Slab was written by Propain & Lil Keke & DJ Young Samm & Albie Dickson.

Who produced Ridin’ Slab's ?

Ridin’ Slab was produced by DJ Young Samm & Albie Dickson.

When did Propain release Ridin’ Slab?

Propain released Ridin’ Slab on Wed Jul 10 2013.

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