Slidin' on That Oil - Paul Wall, DJ Michael "5000" Watts, Expensive Taste

Slidin' on that oil, got me leanin' to the side

Hittin' switches, got me leanin' in my ride

I’m comin' down, grills so icy

I’m comin' down, never seen nothin' like me

I’m a kush smoker, 20 inch hundred spoker

Comin' thru with a hundred round super soaker

Still suited in Joker, Scandalous in Cartoon

6 dudes wired, real sharp as a harpoon

I’m bowin' down, doin' it, I stay in the box

Steady ridin' dirty, steady duckin' the cops

I’m burned out, lit up, maskin' my fears

Man it’s hard to stay focused when they’re blasting your peers

I only fuck with real dealers and killers who really ride

Trust when they bust they’re triggers, who really died?

They figure he really high, figure they’re really right

Figure not to dance, they figure he really might

Get it how you live, on the grind for mine

Only roll with motherfuckers that are fine with dyin'

Got a mindless nine, keep it right under my front seat

Lookin for no trouble, if it bubble we done beat

I got Swangas and Vogues on my Cadillac dropper

When I pull up to the light, baby I’m a show stopper

Boys talkin' down, need to start talkin' proper

My security guard is an AK chopper

I’m a juero pistolero with a fistful of metal

You fuckin' with my perro, I’ma split your sombrero

Treatin' enemies like elbows, gettin' em off me

Got access to silencers, I’m killin' em softly

That oil got me sleepy and jealous got me strapped

So I slide off in the Lac' with a Glock in my lap

Still sittin' Sideways, Caddy Corner on them thangs

Swangin' in and out the lane with some ice in my fang

Champagne Continental, drank and diamond dental

Got four old-schools with the help of a rental

Get’s mental off the oil with a touch of that sprite

Two hundred dollar blunts, homie who got the light?