Intro

(альбом: Ridin' Slab - 2013)

Donnie Houston
Yeah
Love this shit right here

They say tomorrow's never promised, so live it like your last
Until your ass is 40 with no product from the past
My cousin died when he was 9, and you think you living fast
The other side is always greener, just be happy you got grass
Old Caprice with the buckets, we fix it just to flaunt it
Idolize the dudes who hustle, since a kid that's all we wanted
That slab'll get you killed, the elder think it's stupid
But that's the life we live when you was born and raised in Houston
One-way tickets out this ghetto don't come around too often
Unless your rhymes is awesome or you jumping 'round with Spalding
That's what younging minds is lost in, not a fucking dime is offered
To mothers in the slums, all we promises now is coffins, fuck the globe
Niggas doing whatever when the budget's slow
Crime pays 'til the .9 sprays then you're gone and we just gotta love your soul
Niggas dying, mane, tryna find fame, it's a crying shame, the game rubbed the bro
Got 'em buying 'caine, tryna dime slang, just to cop some kicks and a couple clothes
But them just roadblocks, the limit is the sky
And most of the time we fail was 'cause our ass ain't even try
Underdogs but the top we tryna grab
I dedicate this song to all my niggas riding slab

We just keep on grinding
Sun down, sun up shining
Clear my thoughts while I be riding slab
We can't keep from shining
Success is just a ladder we climbing
Sun up, sun down, we be riding slab

Yeah
Dedicated to the people in the struggle
Dedicated to the ones tryna get out it
It's a long road, man
And you know, sometimes we can't see that light, that light at the end of the tunnel
But we still keep it moving, mane, we still keep going
Still grinding, just tryna get it
Huh, riding slab, man
That's our culture
That's what we was brought up on
But it's a double meaning
Just like with anything in life, man, you don't start off with much
You know you may have the old school car beat up or whatever
You gotta get it fixed up
You gotta get that paint, get them rims, get that music
Make it right
Riding slab
From nothing to something
And that's how we look at life
Children graduate, that's riding slab
Nigga get locked up, do his time like a man, come home, take care of his fam', that's riding slab
Shawty got them kids ain't got no help, but she still on the grind, she's still making it happen, that's riding slab
It's the finished product, baby
I welcome y'all to our world
Rest in peace, Pimp C

This is for my niggas riding slab (Ohh)
Man, I know sometimes it's like this is all we have (This is all we have)
And even though they might not understand us (Even though they don't)
It feels good coming down on them swangers (Come on)
And man, I swear that candy paint so pretty (So)
Drop the top, I pop the trunk, I'm putting on for my city (Ooh, yeah)
And let the grown woman lead the way (Lead the way)
I hope I live to ride another day (Ride another day)
Ooh, yeah
Ooh