Credits

PERFORMING ARTISTS
Sada Baby
Sada Baby
Vocals
The Gap Band
The Gap Band
Sampled Artist
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Casada Sorrell
Casada Sorrell
Songwriter
Charles Wilson
Charles Wilson
Songwriter
Dr. Lonnie Smith
Dr. Lonnie Smith
Songwriter
Martin McCurtis
Martin McCurtis
Songwriter
Rudolph Taylor
Rudolph Taylor
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Helluva
Helluva
Producer

Lyrics

Helluva made this beat, baby
Hood know we gon' slide
Give me one reason, hmm
You know I keep it
Cop a murder, then I beat it
I said don't turn me up
Please don't turn me up, hey
Gon' make me slide on you (Aye, aye, aye, aye)
Slide, slide, slide, slide (Slide, slide, slide, slide)
Slide, slide (Slide, slide)
Slide, slide, slide, slide (Slide, slide, slide, slide)
Slide, slide (Slide, slide)
I ain't gotta slide on him, I slid
Bitch ass **** know what I did
I mean his gang know what I did
How the fuck I'm gon' kill a **** again?
Aim for the chest, for the neck and the chin
Headshots really be the best, I'ma win
Fake ass bulletproof vest, he a kid
He really bullshittin', what I'ma do with ****?
Argue with a **** on the 'net?
'Cause in real life, Skuba Steve, Sada Baby beat him blue, ****
Matter fact, if I hit a fan
Bet my last band that his lame ass gon' try sue a ****
Purpin' ass **** for the 'Gram
Man, that shit sad, be the main reason I be tryna shoot, ****
**** probably never understand, till I pull up on they mans
And my hollow tips get to going through a ****
I get the brain with an opp **** slut
Bitch suck dick, guarantee she eat the nut
Ten times out of ten, I ain't eat the butt
Ten more times out of ten, she ain't get a buck
**** ever put his hands on me, out of luck
Put the 40 on his ass, give a fuck if he duck, hmm
Matter fact, ****, knuck if you buck
If it's up, then it's stuck, but you knew that, lil' ****
You stay cappin', why you do that, lil' ****?
Tito Jackson, you ain't exclusive, lil' ****
Skuba Mike Jackson, I'll moonboot a ****
Mmm, bitch, I'm high, I mean I'll moonwalk
Wipe my face with the bandana, bool off
Big Ape, Big Squad, that's what the crew called
Whoop, whoop, whoop, whoop, whoop, that's a crew call
We'll put that cutter to his head, that's a crew cut
All y'all **** got straps, don't shoot nothin'
All my **** got straps, they'll move somethin'
I'll get to swingin' on a ****, leanin' on a ****
Put it on God, I'll do something
My granny told me pray to God get the juice up
Every time I calm down, I get juiced up
'Cause my old bitch see me on some new stuff
Cuff my new bitch, no, I don't give two fucks, hmm
I get to fucking this pape' up, huh
Chop get to fucking his face up, huh
She say she ain't never had nan, ho
She like me so much, she'll play drum, huh
**** so scared they'll play dumb, yeah
I got moves like You Got Served
I up this tool like, "You got nerve"
I'll leave a **** top half sittin' on the curb
Hmm
Hmm-mmm-mmm-mmm-mmm-mmm
It's time to slide on him
It's time to slide, slide
It's time to, huh, huh
Baby, ooh, it's time to slide on him
Duh
Written by: Casada Sorrell, Charles Wilson, Lonnie Smith, Martin McCurtis, Rudolph Taylor
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