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letra de bounce, rock, skate - paul wall, bun b & chalie boy

[verse 1: paul wall]
i’m ’bout to pull up and park and make you break your neck
slab tagging [?], you dealing with a vet
no shortcuts, i cashed out every step
no defects, a single flaw i won’t except
i pull up 5 cars deep, they all mine, though
a 82 [?] candy on the side door
84 [?] top missing, mind blown
the c.t. 6 poking like a pine cone
i’m on another level, still unmatched
poking like a q-tip, dripping like earwax
i lost the top, but don’t worry, i don’t get too attached
turn the bass to the max, [?] once, get axed
now feel that
drop lack on [?]
i block the traffic on both sides, they all mad
bumper [?] break ’em off real bad
you want a slab, you better bring you a bag
and stop playing, man

[chorus: chalie boy]
bouncing, rocking, skating
put your money [?] stop hating
on the real slab riders [?]
bouncing, rocking, skating
put your money [?] stop hating
on the real slab riders [?]
[verse 2: bun b]
baby, you’re now tuned into the all time greatest
number one player, on the slab in your playlist
and normally, i wouldn’t even say this
but you gon’ have to put that thing up, ’cause what i’m pulling out is a-list
i hadn’t come down candy for a couple
so i put in a call to big li on the double
told him that i needed a spoaks and [?]
something that’s gon’ turn me some heads, not just [?]
i said i’m looking for a catolack, man
sh-t, he said we gotta call up catalack fam
well, get him on the h-rn, and tell him send me a whip
plus a budget og, ain’t none, don’t even trip
we need some fresh ryms, 4 tires and [?]
so we can let them boys know that we forever trill
and don’t forget to get the l.e.d. trunk
so when we pop it, they know that we ain’t no punk
[?] get it crunk

[chorus: chalie boy]
bouncing, rocking, skating
put your money [?] stop hating
on the real slab riders [?]
bouncing, rocking, skating
put your money [?] stop hating
on the real slab riders [?]
[verse 3: chalie boy]
ain’t nothing better than we pull up in a candy lack
[?] with the trunk on knock, [?]
[?] in the crib, got it by the wood wheel and the leather seats sitting on recline
if them haters hate, chucking it up in they face [?]
[?] how you like me now?

[chorus: chalie boy]
bouncing, rocking, skating
put your money [?] stop hating
on the real slab riders [?]
bouncing, rocking, skating
put your money [?] stop hating
on the real slab riders [?]

- paul wall bun b chalie boy

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