SIC round the clock
For The Slab round the globe
If I come collect my scrilla and you low, collect your soul
Meet this ice cold pimpin' trynna play me like a hoe
Rain, sleet, snow, west coast does the most
Talkin' unsweetened pimpin' three wheelin' out the driveway
Baby poe my cup till I'm swangin' sittin' sideways
Moon hit the leather, now I'm sailing down the highway
Snake skin Stacy's gold cuffs with the high fade
They ask about the flo, couldn't get a hold of Stone
Beeper still pagin' still get the dial tone
12:12 on the dot, drop the top, light the dope
It's For The Slab in this hoe
But baby should already know
Bitch it's time to go
The more you learn, the less you know, that's the way it's been with me
But then out of nowhere comes some answers
Some things, it makes it more mysterious than the other
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SIC round the clock
For The Slab round the globe
If I come collect my scrilla and you low, collect your soul
Meet this ice cold pimpin' trynna play me like a hoe
Rain, sleet, snow, west coast does the most
Talkin' unsweetened pimpin' three wheelin' out the driveway
Baby poe my cup till I'm swangin' sittin' sideways
Moon hit the leather, now I'm sailing down the highway
Snake skin Stacy's gold cuffs with the high fade
They ask about the flo, couldn't get a hold of Stone
Beeper still pagin' still get the dial tone
12:12 on the dot, drop the top, light the dope
It's For The Slab in this hoe
But baby should already know
Bitch it's time to go
The more you learn, the less you know, that's the way it's been with me
But then out of nowhere comes some answers
Some things, it makes it more mysterious than the other
For The Slab round the globe
If I come collect my scrilla and you low, collect your soul
Meet this ice cold pimpin' trynna play me like a hoe
Rain, sleet, snow, west coast does the most
Talkin' unsweetened pimpin' three wheelin' out the driveway
Baby poe my cup till I'm swangin' sittin' sideways
Moon hit the leather, now I'm sailing down the highway
Snake skin Stacy's gold cuffs with the high fade
They ask about the flo, couldn't get a hold of Stone
Beeper still pagin' still get the dial tone
12:12 on the dot, drop the top, light the dope
It's For The Slab in this hoe
But baby should already know
Bitch it's time to go
The more you learn, the less you know, that's the way it's been with me
But then out of nowhere comes some answers
Some things, it makes it more mysterious than the other
Writer: Tyris White
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