Pokin Out - Slim Thug, Z-Ro, Paul Wall

Hold up!

What you know about slab poes pokin' out?

Spose dissin', it’s tradition dyin' in the side

When I pull out, they say look at the wheels

I hopped out, lookin' like a mill, still

Work that wood wheel like I’m in the Coupe DeVille

But time that Coupe cost me like a half a mill

They like «hi, is this fo' real?»

They ain’t even got a deal

Been killin', boys, since I had braids and grills yea

This for the thrill down in Texas, still ridin' reckless

Me and Ro still makin' know the world respectin'

Ridin' in my slab, pullin' up, smokin' out

Fresh set of vogue still, and they pokin' out

Pokin', pokin' out, ridin' in my slab, wood grain I grab

Pokin', pokin' out, comin' down that ave.

Pullin' on a swagger’s ave

Woman, I know you want a ride, stop boppin', hop yo tits inside

And you can roll with a playa.

Maybe now you can see why my nose in the air

OMG, it’s so much wood in here

May misspell it, but you know I got that good in here

(Hold up) Keep that in, hit that, where it go?

Hit that, hit, get that, where it go?

I name all my craddle cats, if it ain’t custom, it ain’t role doe

Sick girls hangin' ova the yellow line, even though they’re not supposed to

Write my ticket and let me go, know bout my business, kiss

Sent out to miss, your noggin is too big, everyone bringin' they business in

Pokin', pokin' out, ridin' in my slab, wood grain I grab

Pokin', pokin' out, comin' down that ave.

Pullin' on a swagger’s ave

I pull up pokin' like a cactus, jammin' Fat Patrick

With an actress, sideways on the titled axes

Cup holder got drank spills and blunt ashes

My backseat is a custom sleep number mattress

Hand-crafted leather stitching with the custom pipes

Matching halo lights, wait til you see it at night