[Chorus - Paul Wall]
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Slidin' on that oil, got me leanin' to the side.
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hittin' switches, got me leanin' in my ride.
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I'm comin' down, Grill's so icy
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I'm comin' down, never seen nothin' like me.
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[2X]
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[Skinhead Rob]
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I'm a Kush Smoka, 20 inch hundred spoke-a
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comin' thru with a hundred round supa soaker
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Still suited in Joker, Scandalous in Cartoon
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6 dudes wired, real sharp as a harpoon
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I'm bowin down, doin it I stay in the box
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steady ridin' dirty, steady duckin' the cops
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I'm burned out, lit up. Maskin' my fears
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Man it's hard to stay focused when they're blasting your peers.
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I only fuck with real dealers and killers who really ride
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Trust when they bust they're triggers. who really died?
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They figure he really high, figure they're really right.
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Figure not to dance, they figure he really might
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get it how you live, on the grind for mine.
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Only roll with motherfuckers that are fine with dyin.
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got a mindless nine, keep it right under my front seat.
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lookin for no trouble. If it bubble we done beat.
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[Chorus]
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[Paul Wall]
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I got Swangas and Vogues on my Cadillac dropper.
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When I pull up to the light, baby I'm a show stopper.
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Boys talkin' down, need to start talkin' proper.
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My security guard is an AK chopper.
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[Skinhead Rob]
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I'm a juero pistolero with a fistful of metal
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You fuckin with my perro, I'ma split your sombrero.
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Treatin' enemies like elbows, gettin' em off me.
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Got access to silencers, I'm killin' em softly
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[Paul Wall]
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That oil got me sleepy, and jealous got me strapped
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so I slide off in the Lac' with a Glock in my lap.
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Still Sittin' Sideways, Caddy Corner on them thangs
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swangin' in and out the lane with some ice in my fang
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[Skinhead Rob]
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Champagne Continental, Drank and diamond dental.
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Got four old-schools with the help of a rental.
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Get's mental off the oil with a touch of that sprite.
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Two hundred dollar bliunts, homie who got the light?
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[Chorus]
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Slidin' On That Oil
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| Paul Wall |
