Lyrics Trae – Slammin’ Doorz
Text:
Young Buck
Trae mayne
Man I’m feeling so H-Town right now my nigga
this big ass white ass cup
slammin’ doorz, pulling them hoes x6
Young Buck
I know they see me out here, right?
riding all through this h-town street, do you understand me?
real niggas do real things!
so your hood should be in the air right now
oh, I know you all see us out here, right?
Young Buck
so much candy paint, all of this codeine
them plastic white cups
84’s on everything
I got my kacky creased, heavy stars I’m h-town
just got off the phone with jay prince,
they bout to hate now!
I’m throwed
slowly moving down this road,
what don’t kill you makes you stronger I was told.
so I carry the load, 2000 pounds of dro
I just sold like, I can get myself about this hoe
I’m slammin’ doorz
slammin’ doorz, pulling them hoes x6
Trae
I’m in the slab
looking in the memory challange stunna
premeditated I blew the brains out and left it with scrilla
with the wrist…
I am the streets, so tell the pussies quit clamming my name
if you ain’t tippin fours with hood
respect me or nothing the same
you can still can find me where your favorite gangstas never go
probably in the rich popping the trucks
slammin’ the doorz
slammin’ doorz, pulling and .. x6
Young Buck
Trae I’m on 59
where I go to see the hood
Trae
Head to the western homie
I gotcha everything is hood
hop in this whip and lets swing these 84’s
and grip the wood
Young Buck
feeling just like I should,
take a nigga life I could!
Trae
cause I’m a gangsta homie
they ain’t got nothing on me
Young Buck
they street credit phoniey
Trae
Plus I got this pistol on me
Young Buck
they know what we’re about
Trae
…
Young Buck
black match, we’re coming to get you!
Trae
That goes for you and whoever is witcha
I’m from the city where pimping..
Young Buck
Big hawk and big Moe body rocking down the air
Trae
I let the top lean and greet you with the duece up
Young Buck
hey Trae
they say in Texas you ain’t shit if you ain’t screwed up!
slammin’ doorz, pulling them hoes x6