You may notice certain things before you die.
Mail them to me should they cause
Your algebra to fail.
Cole and macey lost their eyes
On the finer points
You may notice certain things before you die.
Mail them to me should they cause
Your algebra to fail.
Cole and macey lost their eyes
On the finer points
You may notice certain things before you die.
Mail them to me should they cause
Your algebra to fail.
Cole and macey lost their eyes
On the finer points
You may notice certain things before you die.
Mail them to me should they cause
Your algebra to fail.
Cole and macey lost their eyes
On the finer points
You may notice certain things before you die.
Mail them to me should they cause
Your algebra to fail.
Cole and macey lost their eyes
On the finer points
You may notice certain things before you die.
Mail them to me should they cause
Your algebra to fail.
Cole and macey lost their eyes
On the finer points
You may notice certain things before you die.
Mail them to me should they cause
Your algebra to fail.
Cole and macey lost their eyes
On the finer points
You may notice certain things before you die.
Mail them to me should they cause
Your algebra to fail.
Cole and macey lost their eyes
On the finer points
[Slim Thug]
By any means necessary, it's about to get scary
Call all your friends, tell em come in a hurry
Word on the street, is these niggaz got plex
So y'all wait and see, how many niggaz I wreck
They gon respect the Boss, of demand
Just another win for me, and a loss on they hands
Understand, you boys ain't on my level
Rock for rock ass niggaz, I'm a Boss Hogg rebel
Want drama bring it on, I need the subject
When it comes to this beef shit, Slim Thug love it
I'm bout to get in wreck mode, and let my mouth explode
Break down one nigga, take a break and reload
All these down low haters, need to speak they mind
First nigga out of line, I'ma tweak they shine
The world is mine, you just a punk in it
Everything I rap about, I represent it
It's been a whole lot of tension, over here in the game
I'm just waiting on a few mo', to mention my name
I'ma let the truth ring, I'm ready for war
We bout to find out, who the real Northstar
Any nigga don't like me, better let it be known
I got my game face on, protecting my throne
Nope this ain't no Big Pic, but I'm agg'd and pissed
ft. Bun B & Paul Wall
Red, white, coop, fight
Red, white, coop, let’s go
Red, white, coop, fight
Red, white, coop, fight
Red, white, coop, let’s go
Touch down H town, yeah it’s time to celebrate
… never loosing, something like the…
It’s my city chip up for me, the pretty girls adore me
Used to overlook me, now it’s hard to ignore me
My team stay winning from beginning to the ending
Me and now wow the perfect match like…
… eyes is my denim…and we gonna quite fight till we keep singing victory
All my cougars ride for me, and I’ma ride for y’all
And we gonna win some trophies
Cause we know how to ball
Bring whoever we won’t fall, we’ll wreck them all
And when it’s over guess who’s still gonna be standing tall
Red, white, coop, fight
Red, white, coop, let’s go
Red, white, coop, fight
Red, white, coop, fight
Red, white, coop, let’s go
It’s big butt beater, I’m the og, you know me
Most times I’m staying low key, but today I’m bout to od
Cause this one for the cougars yeah so you already know we
Gonna spell it out… yes, yes, the university of Houston up in your face
Get that… get up the young case
You gonna see the cougars in first place…
Can you put that on…
Got ground game, got air game, got defence, not fair mane
… cause when you diss the cougars, man you dissing Houston Texas, hold up
Red, white, coop, fight
Red, white, coop, let’s go
Red, white, coop, fight
Red, white, coop, fight
Red, white, coop, let’s go
All hail the red and white, got a …
Them haters up in my sight, but I never run, not quite
Just ask around that’s right, we really not that type
We really… from a fight…
Somewhere … posted up in front of the…
Big face paper is what I stack… and you gonna …
Stopping them haters like …
I’m … and I like this black, white … red
[Chorus:]
Got the damn top
Got the damn top drop
Got the Got the damn top drop, top drop, top drop
Got the damn top
Got the damn top drop
Got the Got the damn top drop, top drop, top drop
Got the damn top
Got the damn top drop
Got the Got the damn top drop, top drop, top drop
Got the damn top
Got the damn top drop
Got the Got the damn top drop, top drop, top drop
[Verse 1:]
For you jackers that's hatin
Run up try to rob yeahh bitch I'm a be waitin
In the country see me skatin
On my chrome lookin good
You fuck with my bitch and I'm a shoot up ya hood
Still leather and the wood that's tradition down in texas
Roll Cadillac we don't fuck with no Lexus
Bitch by my side in my ride lookin lovely
Pour up out the paint we ain't sippin on no bubbly
Screwed tape loud while I'm swangin by the crowd
And& the dro got me how it feel like I'm in a cloud
I'm a H-Town nigga.
Reppin for P.A.T.
Big Hawk, DJ Screw, Big Moe and Pimp C
I'm a Shine for my city fuck them haters talkin down
So holla at a nigga when you see me walkin round
07 was a hard one but I can be found
In my slab puffin pounds tryna take away my frown
And I...
[Chorus]
[Verse 2: Paul Wall]
I got my mind on my money and my glock in my hand
Grindin hard, paper stackin tryna follow the plan
Pullin, gloss and steams chasin million dollar dreams
Livin the thug life I get it by any means
When times get hard I got no one to hold me down
So I ride with the top down and cruise around town
The boppers in line; cause I been known to be a slab rider
Comin down clean, marchin like a freedom fighter
When you ride 4's patna stay strapped
The gone catch ya at the light and put one in ya cap
See I keep it in my lap; I ain't slippin for none
I ain't got sprayed by any but homie I ain't done
I'm bout to raise a truck and drop a couple of screens
I'm thinkin... ?... with bout 4-15's
See the leather is perforated; them boys gone sho hate it
My slab is undisputed I'm the number one rated
With my Top Drop
[Chorus]
[Verse 3:]
While they waitin on me to fall; I'm a still stand tall
Ball hard in the mall
I been shinin for a while; haters ya in denial
Since back in 9 -8 I been wreckin freestyles
With spit lines that'll put a smile on ya child
And do a song that'll make the hood go wild
The flow versatile; When they hear it they like wow
That boy got talent yeah I like your style.
But uhhh
No pressure; don't let the bullshit stress ya
A... ? with somebody test ya
God bless ya
Ya Grind lesser; ya shine lesser
Ya win when you don't let this material shit impress ya
Insides like a dresser; woodgrain on the dash
My motto; Fuck pain put my name on the cash
I used to wish and dream I could swang on the glass
Now cars, clothes, & hoes is a thang of the past
And I...
Got the damn top
Got the damn top drop
Got the Got the damn top drop, top drop, top drop
Got the damn top
Got the damn top drop
Got the Got the damn top drop, top drop, top drop
Got the damn top
Got the damn top drop
Got the Got the damn top drop, top drop, top drop
Got the damn top
Got the damn top drop
Got the Got the damn top drop
[talking]
Yeah, it's finally here motherfuckers
Long-awaited, anticipated debut album
From the Dirty South motherfucking Boss, Slim Thugger
Through all the years, with no motherfucking deal
Through the bootleg shit
Here it is nigga, I'm already platinum
[Slim Thug]
Yeah you bootleggers can't stop me, other rappers can't top me
They both try hard to copy, but artwork still sloppy
You not me, I'm the real deal Boss of the city still
Regardless if I sell a hundred thousand, or I sell a mill
I'm already platinum, already paid
With eight cars a big house, that's already laid
Was already made, before the major deal
I pulled a Bentley off the lot, and felt how that feel
I turned corners through the hood, behind my Phantom wheel
And you can find me in the hood, on chill still
Majors must of got tired, of hearing me say fuck a deal
Cause they put some'ing in my pocket, made a nigga chill
Then shit changed mayn, it's a new game mayn
Got with Pharrell, now I'm getting for real fame mayn
They asking questions, like why the hell he did this
And my reply, is get the fuck out of my business
Bitch I'm the Boss, cause I do what I choose
I refuse to lose, you niggaz got a nigga confused
Get off my dick, and quit trying to dictate my moves
I'm still climbing higher and higher, my grind on cruise
Keep your opinions to yourself, and don't speak on mine
You ain't gon catch no fish, trying to watch my line
Just lay back put your locs on, and watch me shine
I drove this car this far, don't try to stop me now
And it don't matter if a nigga, go platinum or gold
I'm still good in the hood, how I got it befo'
Hooked up with Star Trak, then went got it some mo'
Now the FED's can't tell, what I got on my load
[talking]
Houston, we have a motherfucking problem
The Boss has arrived, and I don't give a fuck where you look in the world
You ain't gon find a nigga, who done it like me
Without a motherfucking deal
All these fake niggaz misrepresenting the H, you gotta move around
[Intro]
Thugga, Boss Hogg Outlawz, action
It's the motherfuckin Thug Show
Hah, hah, Geah, south fire in this bitch
Slim Thugga in this bitch
[Chorus]
Good evening, welcome to Outlawz season
I'd like to say hello, you tune in to Tha Thug Show
[Verse 1]
Thugga the throwdest nigga in the universe, cooler than a fan is
Girls give me pussy, say i'm cooler than their man is
I beat it up without a fee, with you she hit the lottery
I'm on some G-shit, fair exchange, no robbery
Your money's my philosophy, millions with a apostrophy
I guess it's why these HPDs and APDs watchin me
H-Town's my property, the boss, man, I gotta be
So if you land on it, pay up, like on monopoly
Your dream bitch jockin me, but I give her no play
If you ain't fuckin, keep your lips out my rosse
You rap niggas role play, I live this shit that I talk
Welcome to the thug show, star me, thug boss
[Chorus]
[Verse 2]
My whips change with the season, now could this be the reason
Your bitch mouth on my dick like she teasin
Longest a nigga breathin, i'ma be eatin, a Hogg appetite greedy
Trying to stack my next meal, so hurry up and feed me
Got two kids that need me, so I hustle til I pass out
Chasing up that paper, boy, like this my last route
Trying to make you feel me like i'm spittin out my last out
I'm richer than you niggas, don't make me pull this cash out
It ain't 'bout what you 'bout, It's more 'bout what you say
They say you can't take it with you, but fuck it, put it in my grave
I'm trying to get the heaven bait, cause i'm used to living laid
And if they got the VIP, then you gon see me on stage
[Chorus]
[Verse 3]
Whole team (?) starters hustle hard and party harder
This is 'bout to go down, hope you got your tape recorders
Catch me in the club wasted, bad bitch in my view
Take her home plus 2, you know how the Thugga do
Raw uncut, turn a pornstar with a slut
Beat it from behind, pull out and bust on a butt
Triple X rated, I know plenty people hate it
I'm still happy that a nigga made it
So we gon celebrate it, fire up that weed and get drunk
Fuckin act like we from ATL and this bitch get crunk
It's H-Town, still now, so Texas where the love go
I'm what you been lookin for, stay tuned for Tha Thug Show
[talking]
Yeah, Slim Thugger, the Boss
It's official baby, niggaz hating, now-or-later ass niggaz
Get your money right, ha, listen
[Slim Thug]
Nigga show me ten G's, and I'll show you a hundred
All that shit you niggaz dream about, I've been there and done it
Underground rap I run it, ask the stores you sell to
Ask they owner, who they gotta give most of they mail to
It's either me, Watts or Color Change running the game
Not no Still in the Game, or bullshit Street Fame
It's simple and plain, me and my boys get big change
Even though they hating on my name, I get big thangs
Talking bout you riding swangs, on what car my nigga
You can't afford a Northstar, by far my nigga
And Big Pic, you thought that bullshit like you big balling
But before you started bootlegging, what was you crawling
That oughta make you feel weak, when your shit don't sell
You gotta bootleg me and Watts, just to get you some mail
And A.D., please tell me what the fuck was you thinking
Shooting slugs at the Boss, what the fuck was you drinking
You trash nigga, and everybody know it
You got a motherfucking Cougar, that right there is to show it
Niggaz see Jay-Z and Nas, and start feeling they self
Talking down on the Boss, is like killing yourself
You lost your wealth, you should of kept your mouth closed
Northstar, Big Balling and Stomp Down some hoes
And it shows, you only hating on me cause I made it
You can't get pre-orders, my album's anticipated
And every nigga I spoke on, in all these songs
I just put money in your pockets, so just leave it alone
Think about it, everytime y'all make me do these c.d.'s
I'm headed back to the bank, to pick up a hundred G's
Lil' Yo, ask your sister how much cash I stack
Everytime I hit the bank, she gotta go to the back
And pick up mo' big faces, Bridgett you cool with me
I just gotta wreck your brother, for being cruel to me
You say I hurt his feelings, and I left him alone
I got news, your little brother tried to do Slim wrong
See how God works, the real niggaz succeed
Why you haters make drank and weed, remember one thing
Feel me
[talking]
The truth hurt, don't it Lil' Yo
Shouldn't of fucked with me, punk ass boy
Ha, Lil' Mario fuck you, Big Pic fuck you
I got a swimming pool full of (drink)
them pence of the (drink), the purple (drink)
we pow up (drink), I'm smoking (drink)
cup full of (drink), I'm leanin (drink), I'm leanin
Tell the fake try to stop but I can't
them cups keep callin and this causin me a bank
we mud sip a zip every day we pow up a..
leanin hard on the voy doing what you can
ain't another nigga fresh, Louie is out the dress
'cause I'm farm with them compress I'ma last to be like I'm chest
now aside flow record twelve years in going
green still going chain in ring still..
now aside flow record twelve years in going
green still growin chain in ring stil..
Showin boy is time to hustle, it's time to boast up
teen carry.. make you put you cross up
comin down I cross around and coming down in them Boris
purple late where I'm blurin now we're big creep we're touring
so dough when I'm on the road you know I like to party
I've been drinking drinks since you was drinking bodies
been duggin can't nobody tell em nothin
I bet to grown man since I had to start..
In the pool full of (drink)
them pence of the (drink), the purple (drink)
we pow up (drink), I'm smoking (drink)
cup full of (drink), I'm leanin (drink), I'm leanin
I got a pipe full of purple I'ma cruise in it
get it hugging on them corners like a fit it
sipping on that back it got me itchin
rolling up the stint got me looking fake busy
shout out to my city, I'm all about the H
like the ermade on her waste, little mama know my taste
she been tryin sip a case I just really need a 8
I remember pen 15 dollars for an ace
now the shitty is out of rate
make my home and sin the package out of state
on the sneak shit I'm waiting on the mill man as we speak
me and shawty sip and all got me going straight to sleep
yes I ride it me in dreams try do this every week
little jade with me couple straight 50's
20s on the bottom we could clean up baby bottom
in an hour get you shawty I bet she being naughty
I'm bout to make you chillin powing for me
I got a swimming pool full of (drink)
them pence of the (drink), the purple (drink)
we pow up (drink), I'm smoking (drink)
cup full of (drink), I'm leanin (drink), I'm leanin
Called in kind of sore, cup money like a sore
twenty as Vanilla cream, mix it with a four
add it money every single soda in the store
I've been drinking for 50 days straight like is a tour
sipping till I snore wake up and sip some more
straight to the medulla I don't measure I just pour
dowdy in the cabin is from switches in the door
and my mate come tomorrow you can ash it on the floor
I'll be leaning like the seaside throw like her shot
smoking on that brand cushing I'm bout as high as three time
best get out of my rebox, drink the beer what a be not
I got my kicks some months ago you getting yours on re-stock
my Rolex don't tic-tac, my day just as me condition
my AP is A1, your U up got a diamond mission
fuck the haters and fuck the system
all day on my hustle mission
my eyes low and bad vision, and did I mentioned I'm sipping on it
I got a swimming pool full of (drink)
them pence of the (drink), the purple (drink)
we pow up (drink), I'm smoking (drink)
Featuring: B.O.B.
Chorus: B.o.B.
She likes it real slow (slow)
Then we speed it up like oh (oh)
Baby turn around like so (so)
Now we got it just right
Something that we both like
Baby we can go so high (So high)
Higher than you've ever been (high)
Higher than you've ever been (high)
Now we got it just right
Something that we both like
Baby we can go so high
Slim Thug: Verse 1
So high, thugga make her head touch the sky
It's so good, she look like she about to cry
Opposite of dry, baby stay soakin wet,
It's the best, this is bout as good as it get
She rubbing on my chest, I'm kissing on her neck
We going long, going strong, body full of sweat
And like a sac of strong, thugga got her mind blown
Every time she come home, she tryna climb on
Addicted to this, she stay tryna get a hit
Day time, we make time just to get it quick
I tell her meet me here, like I'm bout to hit a lick
Bring her over, and let her get a quick fix
Chorus:
She likes it real slow (slow)
Then we speed it up like oh (oh)
Baby turn around like so (so)
Now we got it just right
Something that we both like
Baby we can go so high (So high)
Higher than you've ever been (high)
Higher than you've ever been (high)
Now we got it just right
Something that we both like
Baby we can go so high
B.o.B.: Verse 2
First she wants it slow
Then she wants it beat
Then she wants it deep
Then she taps into that inner freak
Don't be shy
Just get loose, and show me how wet is yo seat
I like her, and she likes her
And I'm like why must we compete
Now it's three
Of us deep, in menage
and i dont need no sheets, Im asleep in stars
and scorpio's the sign so i'm just the type o' guy
we flyin where u never been, we finna get high
yes higher than you've ever been
higher than Cloud 9
We goin where you never been so sit your ass down
like the sayin in this song
lemme see you turn around
we got her like the haters
going down for the count
Chorus: B.o.B
She likes it real slow (slow)
Then we speed it up like oh (oh)
Baby turn around like so (so)
Now we got it just right
Something that we both like
Baby we can go so high (So high)
Higher than you've ever been (high)
Higher than you've ever been (high)
Now we got it just right
Something that we both like
Baby we can go so high
Slim Thug: verse 3
I aim to please
So believe I leave you satisfied
A lifetime warranty whenever you ride
I say that with pride
And I honor that
It's guaranteed good service
You'll be coming back
Huhhh... Just like the drug, girl you need thug
Got you in love, thugga make her heart speed up
Roll the weed up, it's time for thug passion
Now, put your feet up, and I'ma keep smashin
Keep lasting till you're higher then ya ever been
I take your mind and body places it ain't never been
Yeah, Just hit me up if you need a hit
Thug boss on his way, if she need a fix
Chrous: B.o.B.
She likes it real slow (slow)
Then we speed it up like oh (oh)
Baby turn around like so (so)
Now we got it just right
Something that we both like
Baby we can go so high (So high)
Higher than you've ever been (high)
Higher than you've ever been (high)
Now we got it just right
Something that we both like
Dugga' hi, tricky on the beat man.
I mean if somebody want a girl that look good, smell good
He gotta swag all the way to... man, wear the newest... man,
You know what I'm saying? Just do something to a,.. real tough
Hey pretty lady what's good? I wanna take you home and show you how I fit y hood
Cause girl you're so sexy, you gotta play your thing,
And if you wake up next to me, I think I'm still dreaming
Fine thigh with... spit sway, rear bottom zone, supersize Louie-Bay
The way she walked her haws at the mall you think it's a runway
I gotta have you by my side one day
She's pretty like Beyonce, fine as Ashante, fuck her girlfriend now I make her my fiancé
Shout what you want, smell better than roses
If I am to love my eyes and my nose is
There's pressure and beyond... bottom
I'm a fly by she never so come I can't tell
All I want is to smell good
All I know is you smell good, yeah
I wanna make you my woman, we can be a pair
I'm an o.j. baby make me wanna be a square
We can fly around the world, I take you anywhere
I'm staging with my... baby, make me wanna share
I take the shop and keep you fly like weed
Shouting like a chanel, I'm in a Louie V.
Sexy leather Louie V's, that come on to your knees
A pair fuck me... pretty lady please
See girl it's nothing, I told you I ain't bluffing
I shout at them them girl but with you I'm coughing
Cause girl you're so bad I won't leave you in the club
I'm thinking long term you can be my mister
There's pressure and beyond... bottom
I'm a fly by chanel I'm so gone I can't tell
All I know is you smell good, she smells good [x2]
Baby your aroma got me hooked on ya
I took a... of you and it put me in the coma
A pause 4 minutes like words, smelling is good making me wanna lust
Took a look back like damn she's fine
After I seen her face, I had to make a mind
... un- appreciated,.. to a down
The way she dresses smells like ever two times
... kill, all I wanna do is heal
It's only right if you ever see a guinea bar cell
Shouting so bad I might need to share my will
Got me thinking like fly, she's medicine for my heal
There's pressure and beyond... bottom
I'm a fly by chanel I'm so gone I can't tell
All I know is you smell good, she smells good [x2]
From the Great Wall of China
To the beautiful shores of Spain
Every pimp and whore know me
By my natural name
... dick
And this is only for the...
Slim thug mother fucker
I'm world wide
I got bitches way up in Japan
They can tell you how... dick stand
Everywhere I land is pussy on stand by
They say when they see me
It's hard to keep their panties drop
I'm so fly they are so hot
I can piss on a...
Got your bitch in my crib
Sucking my...
... rap shit my habit
I got a bitch in my room
And another one waiting in the lobby
Pimpin no zipping the game won't change me
... they change only bitches is the same
... it's my duty to make them...
... pay out for these whores sellin their pussy...
[Chorus:]
I got my... zone
Bitches blowing up my phone
A travel... like I want
Cause I'm pimpin
They know my name all across the globe
My... overflow
You see me with a...
Cause I'm pimpin
Niggers tricking...
Whores getting profit...
I make the bitch pay me
Never ever play me
... is she try lay me
... nigger coming at your pocket
... my bitches... their ass is the...
The way they work that pussy... it's like magic
[Chorus]
These whores... they wanna be on my team
... get her home
Put a shotgun in my bone...
I need to take you... forget the ass
... they got the guts to say...
They don't mean a shit to me...
You need to wake up cause you are all blind
[Slim Thug:]
Yeah, We Back
Slim Thugga
Mannie Fresh
This for the real niggas in the club, mayne
Holla at em Fresh
[Hook x2: Mannie Fresh]
In the streets (in the streets)
In the club (in the club)
All the real muthafuckas show me love (show me love)
Now I open up this bitch and I'm a show you how to show off
Clean in this bitch with the price tag tow-off
[Verse 1: Slim Thug]
Don't call it a comeback
Cause I been here for years
Wreckin' my peers, through the blood, sweat and tears
Here it is, Thugga back at it like a addict
No matter the price, give it here I gotta have it
When I step up out my house, everyday I gotta show off
Clean than a bitch with the price tag tow-off
Everythang new, straight up out the mall
From my pants, to my shirt, to my shoes, to my draws
I show ya how to ball, take notes and keep looking
Stay tuned to the show and see what Thugga got cooking
Money back guaranteed, everyday I'm a go off
I'm rich than a bitch, shit I might as well show off
[Hook x2: Mannie Fresh]
[Verse 2: Slim Thug]
Thugga fresh like a Mannie be
Dillerman, hand me keys
Pull up off the lot, drop coupe, three hundred G
Man it's so fun to be me, I'm the wannabe
On ya TV, yeah G, I'm the one you see
The rose was the blessing so I pull that out the Sunday
The Benz the work card, so I pull that on Monday
The coupe good on gas so I dry that all week
And I pull out my Slab, when I shut down the streets
I'm a beast, hit the jury man with my peeps
Big hundred carrot badge, I'm the captain of the streets
Roll deep like police, blue boys got it lock
Ya see me on patrol in ya hood on yo block
Holla
[Hook x2: Mannie Fresh]
[Verse 3: Slim Thug]
When I hit the club all the girls show me love (show me love)
Cause worldwide they be fuckin' with Thug
Because the boss got class, the boss stay G'ed
I'm everywhere you ain't never there, where you be?
I got a crib in Miami, house side in Cali
Spot in ATL, but I be out there Bally
Cause I live in the H, and got hoes round the globe
Stacking up you want, I'm getting doe by the low
That's how I stay froze and fresh with the clothes
My closet got mo kicks than they got in the sto's
I pop tags, shirt match my badge
Eyelids low, looking at the Prada glass
[Chorus:]
I see the way she checkin' for a gangsta, I know that she like that,
I know that she like that (she like that)
The way them diamonds keep shinin' so fine, I know that she like that,
I know that she like that (she like that)
The way I keep it so hood, levin' in the wood, candy paint goin' for them photos kept 'em good,
She like that, I know that she like that [x3]
[Verse 1: Slim Thug]
I know she like that, I got her coming right back
She wanna be with a G, she on the right track
Her eyes stuck on my chest with all that ice and
Ain't never seen that much bling, she try'na price that
She like my nice tatts and the way I keep it hood
And how I stay and flip a candy lac grippin' wood
Keep some smoke red eyes behind them Louie Locs
A fresh set of vauxs' wrapped on them super pokes
Stay in the hood but she know a nigga fuckin' broke
Be on the block so much, she think I'm still sellin' dope
If I was running for hood boss, I got a vote
Them haters might keep hatin', but I gotta gloat
[Chorus]
[Verse 2: Killa Kyleon]
Lil' mama so super freaky, ya she's my super freak
Just call her my wonder woman, and I'm her super man
Lil' mama so super bad, just like 'em baby kids
Come to my bed where we go ever sense were baby kids
I asked "so sexy can I', get on that Ray J shit
She Rep'd like yes and kept it playin' like a Ray J hit
She love that Ray J shit, she like my second movie
I keep them camera rollin' kick back and watch a movie
But if u want to take your sleepy eyes home girl
Fuckin' good make u wanna take it home girl
But if u want to, we can get it on girl
And we can do it all night long girl
From the women to the world we can never bone
Save the world baby girl u can never know
Hit me any time baby I be right back
Fuckin' like a porn star, I know she like that
[Verse: Slim Thug]
Late night see me post up, Boss Hogg soldier
Glock in my holsta ready to fucking smoke something
In the big Bentley Sedan, no chauffeur
Riding on spinners and they rolling like a coaster
Young and successful, I belong on Oprah
I sell that shit to step with the cobra
Hustling and thugging till my life is over
Houston, we have a problem..
[Chorus x4: Pharrell Williams]
Problematic nigga, problematic nigga
Problematic nigga, problematic nigga
[Verse: Slim Thug]
Houston we have a problem by the name of Slim
And yeah we had a few problems but none like him
I saw some come, but none got the job done like him
I know some hustlers but I ain't seen one like him
Start static, watch how quick I click the automatic
Ratta-tat-tat-tatted till you haters been haded
I started out above average, class mates get your grades up
I can't be stopped, you're in my spot, you got to raise up
I'm getting blazed up, with the flows or .44's
I'm here to win case closed, which ever weapon you chose
Niggaz don't want a piece of me, I do this shit so easily
Hell y'all done let Pharrell bring out the beast in me
It's bout to get ugly, first nigga mug me
I'm a hit 'em wit some slugs, have 'em looking bloody
If you scared call the motherfucking laws!
You niggaz don't want it wit me and my Hoggs
We got a problem!
[Chorus]
[Verse: Slim Thug]
What you boys gon do, when them Blue Boyz come through
And them blue toys for you, pointing them toys at you
When the noise is through, they'll be no more hating
I send haters to Satan, they can't shake what I'm baking
They can't take what I'm making, the po po get to quaking
Ain't no mistaking, I make these haters meet they make and
I'm here to seize the nation, waving our guns and badge
So get down on the floor and up your drugs and cash
Ladies pass your bags, gon pass your stash
Move fast, all good samaritans get blast
First smart ass try to inform 911
First class on a nonstop flight to heaven
Twenty four / seven, three sixty-five
I'm on my job like the mob till the day I die
If you scared call the motherfucking laws!
You niggaz don't want it wit me and my Hoggs
We got a problem!
[Chorus]
[Verse: Slim Thug]
I'm problematic cause nigga I gotta have it
I'm a Hogg so I'm taking every shot I got at it
These streets is mine, we can beef, that's fine
Better respect my mind, get out line ya dying
I'm a soldier, I told ya, don't make a nigga fold ya
Roll ya like a roller, blow you like some doja
Don't want problems, but I'm quick to solve em
Five deep but an ounce'll have somebody revolve em
Niggaz got it fucked up, bout to get bucked up
Make me pull that truck up, have you niggaz stuck up
I been here for years, I ain't just up in luck up
Nigga I'm a hustler, I been putting bucks up
I drive a car that'll make ya put your trucks up
We some G's, we ain't fucking wit no suckas
We untouchable, these niggaz can't touch us
Houston, we have a problem..
[Chorus]
Neighbourhood supa stars
It's them boys with the candy sprayed on their cars x4
[Slim Thug]
Bitch you might not know me, but in my hood I'm famous
I fuck the baddest bitches and hang with all the gangsters
My SLABs is the meanest, my jewelery is the best
You think I get close, freak, cause everyday I'm fresh
And everybody know me, from young to the old
Everywhere I go, they're like "Thugga, boy, you cold"
They love to see me hit the club and ball out of control
Pop the bottle after bottle til I fall out on the floor
Surrounded by dro clouds, they be like "No smokin"
I laugh at their bitch ass like "Ho, stop jokin"
Keep some candy on them rims, that's pokin
And everytime I hit the board I leave that ho broken
Thug Boss, bitch
[Chorus]
[Yo Gotti]
I'm a legend in my neighbourhood
Plus I'm connected and respected of in every hood
Chrome on chrome, twenty racks under my...
You see my name in that bitch, so get that understood
I'm an outer space star, bitch I'm up in Mars
And if you wanna talk money, I got all type of cards
Just know I meant it, if I said it, nobody in my family got credit
And if you got a million, I bet it
Nigga, pockets on fredit, broken niggas... talkin loud
In the club, but that bitch you...
My jewelery too loud, my cars from overseas
You tryin to book a show, that gon cost a couple ki's
Cause, bitch, I'm Yo Gotti
[Chorus]
[Nipsey Hussle]
Yeah, long money til I flatline
We tryin to spend some cash, hit me on my batline
I swear rappin 'bout my last grind
Got me on a money marathon with no halftime
When we hit the club, we walk ...
You can come inside with us, if your ass fly
Get cash, I cash ride
I'm beatin all the competition by landslide
Neighbourhood supa star in my swag high
Take a nigga bitch, put him on stand by
And if he ever ask me hold my head high
I'ma take a stand and tell a god damn lie
Pull up to the parking lot 84's they pokin out
Lil momma wanna see my rims
Can't wait till I pull them out
Talk about em to her friends
They tellin her don't ask me out
Cause they know just how I roll
Plus those hoes wanna ask me out
I take... when I hit that script
So I'mma do this to the casket drop
Risk... am I...
Damn, just like the...
I'm trying to put momma in
You bitch wanna leave comments
I just use a face...
My whip black... pockets...
Got two whores...
And my whip call it jumanji
I'm an animal in this game, pull up
A barn never... want the bred don't you...
... bitches love it!
Chorus:
I know you like my car,
I know you like my ring
I'm living like a star baby money ain't the thing
She says she loves my rims
Says she loves the way I swang
N-gga grippin wood grain pussy dripin candy paint
Your girl wanna f-ck me cause the way that I swang
Your girl wanna f-ck me cause the way that I swang
Your girl wanna f-ck me cause the way that I swang
Shit, these girls wanna f-ck me cause the way that I swang
You see me coasting in that... chilling
Candy on the mother f-cking...
Pay me better than you paid the momma when I hit the block...
... that other shit, that's why I'm getting...
Them ladies say they want it, I catch me for my opponents
I'm growing at a level that you haters never seen
My worst day of my life is probably better than your dreams.
... I'm the n-gger...
I'm appealing to the bitches cause them whores love a pimp
Keep 'em hot an exotic cause I...
Chorus:
I know you like my car,
I know you like my ring
I'm living like a star baby money ain't the thing
She says she loves my rims
Says she loves the way I swang
N-gga grippin wood grain pussy dripin candy paint
Your girl wanna f-ck me cause the way that I swang
Your girl wanna f-ck me cause the way that I swang
Your girl wanna f-ck me cause the way that I swang
Shit, these girls wanna f-ck me cause the way that I swang
... Got your bitch peeping me when you ain't peeping game
Fifty on a ring couple hundred on a chain
Went from being broke, to big ballin, man!
Man now I'm cool watch me do damn fool
Breaking boys out homestead avenue
Coming through!
All blue, some green
Repping for the team
And ever single one clean
Not me your girl watching
Baby momma popping, I'm about to get what they want
Cause they won't stop me
Drop it, it's time to go and...
Chorus:
I know you like my car,
I know you like my ring
I'm living like a star baby money ain't the thing
She says she loves my rims
Says she loves the way I swang
N-gga grippin wood grain pussy dripin candy paint
Your girl wanna f-ck me cause the way that I swang
Your girl wanna f-ck me cause the way that I swang
Your girl wanna f-ck me cause the way that I swang
You may notice certain things before you die.
Mail them to me should they cause
Your algebra to fail.
Cole and macey lost their eyes
On the finer points
[Chorus:]
Poppin bottles in the ice, like a blizzard
When we drink we do it right gettin slizzard
Sippin sizzurp in my ride, like Three 6
Now I'm feelin so fly like a G6
Like a G6, Like a G6
Now I'm feelin so fly like a G6
Like a G6, Like a G6
Now I'm feelin so fly like a G6
[Slim Thug:]
Step up in the club, fly as a G6
Lookup at my section, I got all the fly chicks
Smoking, sippin sizzurp getting high then a bitch
Keep the party poppin all night, don't quit
Taking shot of that Patrone, shot's of that jager
Charge it to my card, we recycling our paper
I'm wasted, you wasted, we wasted
Let me take you to my crib and get you butt naked!
[Chorus:]
Poppin bottles in the ice, like a blizzard
When we drink we do it right gettin slizzard
Sippin sizzurp in my ride, like Three 6
Now I'm feelin so fly like a G6
Like a G6, Like a G6
Now I'm feelin so fly like a G6
Like a G6, Like a G6
Now I'm feelin so fly like a G6
[Slim Thug:]
I'm 30, 000 feet up in the air
This good weed got me higher then a Lear
I'm so wasted, I can't even see clear
Just make sure these pretty woman stay there
I'm too crunk, cause I'm too drunk
You know I'm wasted, if you see me hit the fist pump
I'm too thrown, cause I'm too blown
But I stil ain't stoppin, let's gooo
[Chorus:]
Poppin bottles in the ice, like a blizzard
When we drink we do it right gettin slizzard
Sippin sizzurp in my ride, like Three 6
Now I'm feelin so fly like a G6
Like a G6, Like a G6
Now I'm feelin so fly like a G6
Like a G6, Like a G6
Now I'm feelin so fly like a G6
[Dre Day:]
Pass me that cliko, I got me 3 more
Bitches they slizzerd, they giving me a peepshows
Me so horny, I can go all night look at me storming
Stumbling falling out the door
I'm still screaming "I need more"
Now, where my ride
Eyes tight like stitches
Still on my pimpin
Now, where my bitches
Ow, there they go
It's about to be a freaknik
Cause we drunk and high like a, like a G6
[Chorus:]
Poppin bottles in the ice, like a blizzard
When we drink we do it right gettin slizzard
Sippin sizzurp in my ride, like Three 6
Now I'm feelin so fly like a G6
Like a G6, Like a G6
Now I'm feelin so fly like a G6
Like a G6, Like a G6
You may notice certain things before you die.
Mail them to me should they cause
Your algebra to fail.
Cole and macey lost their eyes
On the finer points
I'm a H-Town thug, couldn't change if I wanted to.
So if you got plex, pussy what you wanna do.
4-5 on my back, don't make me put that in front of you.
Cut yo ass in half, is what them bullets is gonna do.
I stunt cause I'm rich, never stunt for a bitch.
The most she gon' get is lunch before I hit.
Get pussy like junkmail, they want me in their box.
I'm divin in yo bitch head, ain't layin in shit but socks.
Got all them hoes feelin me, but I'm on a hoe diet,
I fuck three times a day and do crunches in her insides.
I'm tryna lose weight, cause ain't shit fresh my size,
My crib three stories, stairs gotta nigga tired.
I need a new maid, the last one just got fired.
If you a bad bitch and suck dick, you hired.
You wanna be the boss, well let me be your guide,
[talking]
I'll be the last motherfucker breathing, fa sho, ha
Slim Thug, Boss Hogg (we'll be the last motherfuckers breathing)
Ha, all them hating ass niggas
(We'll be the last motherfuckers breathing)
Talk down all you want, but uh
(I'll be the last motherfucker breathing), all them bitch ass niggas
Hating on a nigga cause of what he got, cause of what he earned
You know I'm saying (we'll be the last motherfuckers breathing)
[Slim Thug]
It's getting deep, we bout to go to war in these streets
You can't play and say you gon kill me, after we lost sleep
I ain't taking no chances, we on deadly circumstances
I just had to make sho, you cowards understand this
I done ran out of passes, no mo' letting em make it
They was rolling up the hate, so them niggas can take it
All love lost, I'm tired of getting put in the cross
A good guy gone bad, is what it's gon cost
Big ass step before the sun up, I put that on my mama
I'ma bring a bunch of pain, to every nigga bringing drama
Motherfuckers try to do me, but they far from ready
I do you niggas by myself, cause I'm raw and heavy
And they use to be my main homies, I'm the one got change
But they the ones, that changed on me
I blame myself for fucking with phonies, I shoulda knew better
You can't expect to get paid, if you ain't a go-getter
I'm getting mine in a major way, on the grind
Trying to find out, how much I can get paid today
It's only one way for me, if I want it I'ma get it
It ain't my fault you niggas got your chance, and bullshitted
I'm a Boss Hogg Outlaw, you know what that mean
A bunch of niggas on the same team, getting that green
My click'll die for me, my click'll ride for me
I promise every nigga, representing that love me
It's gon get ugly, if I lose another one of my niggas
Cause I won't sleep until I know you haters, dead in a river
Put your vest on, nigga this is Outlaw season
Everybody in my click, gon be the last motherfuckers breathing
[Hook]
Heated up at all times, behind tint when I'm creeping
Who be the last motherfucker breathing
Come with plex to the Boss, and your ass won't be leaving
Who be the last motherfucker breathing
Hide your chest with a vest, this is the Outlaw season
Who be the last motherfucker breathing
Down to bust all times, for any given reason
[Verse 1: Slim Thug]
I do this fo tha block (block), I do this fo the hood (hood),
I do this fo tha streets cause the streets keep me good (keep me good), I do it for tha hustlas (hustlas), I do it for tha thugs (thugs), I do it for the Gs cause tha Gs show me luv (show me luv), I came in tha game 17 real loud, only thang on my mind make my momma proud, started rockin crowds, gettin dope from shows and as tha fame rolls then came the hoes, then came tha clothes, then came the cars, next thang I kno I'm a ghetto supastar, so here come tha haters travelin by tha packs, but neva mind them cause aaaaaa Bitch I'm Back!
[Chorus: Devin the Dude]
I pour up a cup, fill the swissa with cud, and fire it up so I can gatha my thoughts (let's get high), Mo' money mo' problems they say that's how it is when ya live like a boss (like a boss), ya see I been on my grind fo some time and tha streets thought a nigga fell off (hell nah nigga), but if I decide not to rhyme no more rhymes, I'm a still be well off
Cause Bitch I'm Back!
[Verse 2: Slim Thug]
A born boss got nuthin to lose, still shinin in the game got nuthin to prove
Got rich independent didn't need no deal
Had paper before I signed, didn't need no meals
Got hustles on tha side, I ain't got to rap
And if all else fails I still got tha trap
I don't fuck with u rappers ya'll fake to me
I don't fuck with u niggas ya'll snakes to me
I don't care bout fame fuck bein a star
Let dem take all the pictures just gimme his car
Then gimme his house, and his watch and chain
On tha bank account, credit cards jot my name
But I guess one come with tha other
So here I go I'm a writin rap hustla
I'm too blessed to complain bout that
So where I gotta sign, take ya pictures
Cause Bitch I'm Back!
[Chorus: Devin the Dude]
I pour up a cup, fill the swissa with cud, and fire it up so I can gatha my thoughts (let's get high), Mo' money mo' problems they say that's how it is when ya live like a boss (like a boss), ya see I been on my grind fo some time and tha streets thought a nigga fell off (hell nah nigga), but if I decide not to rhyme no more rhymes, I'm a still be well off
Cause Bitch I'm Back!
[Verse 3: Slim Thug]
They say tha truth will hit so fuck it
I'm a go an keep 100 fo tha public
I dropped already platinum, but it only sold gold
And niggas lookin at me like I sold my soul
Cause I'm rappin with D and not mista Lee
But when ya on ya grind sometimes ya can't see
Before mike came and paul was signed
I was at interscope tryin to find ma mind
Still Tippin wasn't toppin, 3 kings just dropped
And I'm a underground artist tryin to get on top
So I listened to my label, playin tha?
And learned a whole lotta game from that
Just stay true my nigga and do u
And fuck what another tryin to tell u to do
Continue to spit facts u can bump in them lacs
And o yeah this a dre track
Bitch I'm Back!
[Chorus: Devin the Dude]
I pour up a cup, fill the swissa with cud, and fire it up so I can gatha my thoughts (let's get high), Mo' money mo' problems they say that's how it is when ya live like a boss (like a boss), ya see I been on my grind fo some time and tha streets thought a nigga fell off (hell nah nigga), but if I decide not to rhyme no more rhymes, I'm a still be well off
[Verse 1 – Slim Thug]
Texas tatted on my arm, got Houston on my back
'Cause I love the city I'm from, hands up if you feel that
I ball hard like a Texan, every Sunday catch me wreckin'
?, code name Boss because you can't catch him
And they catch them bops like Dre do
Ball hard like I play too, run that back like Jay do
Bet a couple? and we play you
We came to win, can't take a loss
Ain't shit 'bout that H South,
Team strong we'll break 'em off, lay 'em down then rake 'em out
Car roof like?, when the sun's out I drop the top
H-Town we shinin' red white and blue in that lot
See you boys in the playoffs, bet you this year we on top
And if you from that H like me, you already know what I'm talkin' 'bout
[Hook]
I'm from Houston, Texas home of the Texans [x3]
Texas Tatted on my arm, Houston on my back
I'm from Houston, Texas home of the Texans [x3]
Texas Tatted on my arm, Houston on my back
[Verse 2 – Paul Wall]
I'm from that HOU TEX, non-believers get put to the death
Then hard times, we get put to the test, but dedication turn the last to the best
Stop complainin' just a little bit less and start to quest on the road to success
We got now and we got next, say it loud with some bass in your chest
Haters hate but now they on jock like Joseph and Queen the corners on lock
I come through the line like Brian Kush and then I can't be blocked like JJ Watt
Now we on top, no more middle, like Super Mario I'm a hard hitter
Can't be stopped, don't be bitter, never give up 'cause I'm a go getter
In the groupie and I wade through you, she like Torro and the whole crew
In battle red or liberty white out, I might come out in the deep still blue
I thought boys knew, don't be surprised, tell them boys about Texas pride
We ride for each other when we on the otherside and if you aint?
[Hook]
[Verse 3 – Chamillionaire]
Hold up
If you ain't from Texas, you didn't get the message
Let me give you boys a quick lesson then
I swore to God to be fresh to death, I didn't die so time to get fresh again
You know the H what I'm reppin' and it's like 35% Mexican
And that's so ironic (why?)
Every cup is like 35% beverage and 65% medicine
Plenty? for thick specimens
A million fine and bad yela's and that's like 22% lesbian
And in my zone what you steppin' in, then I bet my fist is gone check a chin
'Cause that trill in Bun, and that trill is Pimp, and that trill is somethin' y'all never been
Hit your woman and let her in to my vehicle that I never tint
That brain got to be official baby, no artificial intelligence
I'm runnin in it like Andre, if y'all ain't from Houston I ain't convinced
'Cause y'all touch down in our city once and been rappin' like you are ever since
[Intro:]
North side in this motherfucka
North side in this motherfucka
North side in this motherfucka
North side in this motherfucka
G'yea
South side in this motherfucka
G'yea
East side, west side, nigga
[Verse 1: Slim Thug]
I'm in the old school big L-Dogg, sittin sideways
Headed north on 45
I'm in the old school big L-Dogg, sittin sideways
North on 45
I'm in the old school big L-Dogg, sittin sideways
Headed north on 45 highway
Geto Boys in the CD deck
Cause you gotta show the old school g's respect
I got the Glock 4-5 on my right side
Cause that's how you roll, when ya got'cha self a nice ride
Won't catch me slippin
Think I'm trippin?
Bound to catch a ass-whippin
I got candy on my ride, shuttin down the ave.
And I'm tippin on fo's, so I'm low to the slab
Paint so blue, haters callin me crab
I'm lookin good, every time I stop they givin me dab
I'm thumbs-up when I creep down the cut
Hydro smoke got a nigga high as fuck
I'm Slim Thugga motherfucka, representin the North
And I do it like a boss every time I floss
[Hook: Slim Thug]
Oh yeah
Throw ya neighborhood in the air
If ya don't care, oh yeah
Throw ya neighbor hood in the air
If ya don't care
[Verse 2:]
I'm in a car worth more than ya house
If you wanna be me, you gotta pay that cost
Pay them ese's to gon' spray that gloss
So you can look good every time ya floss
Shot out to Ike, he got me lookin right
I guess what I heard wasn't south-side hype
I'm lookin good in the hood when I pass through
Boyz in Blue, you know how we do
Keep drank poured up in the cup
I'm in a mink-coat, laid back on a buck
Got twenty fo's on the Escalade truck
Throw ya hood up if ya don't give a fuck, nigga
[Hook]
[Outro:]
Throw the north-side in the air
Throw the south-side in the air
Throw the east-side in the air
[Scarface:]
The streets lights are glowing, everyday's another struggle
The moon is slowly and silent staring make it so my hustle is antite
The city streets is hectic gotta get it
Here the mall, ain't a promise to me
So I don't live and feel working til' I touch it, stack it until I need it
I spend it on what I want, re-up and that's when I need
It's over you never see me, it's being salt as it's lesser
The niggas straight out the gutta, murder without a question
Bodies in my surroundings, click-clack from downing
All they know is he missing when niggas ain't never found him
Assaulting is the least, I don't live it on rejects
I'm a muthafuckin' killer foreal with the same threat
I'm as gangsta as it gets and my advice for you is lay your life
Ya never know when niggas might hit you in the city lights
Get it right, ya never know when niggas might hit you in the city lights
Get it right (Get it right)
[Slim Thug:]
Born and raised on the North blocks, home of the hard-knocks
Wanna get rich, find a spot to pump that hard out
Might get robbed and shot if niggas don't think you worthy
In my hood, I saw a lot of gangstas die early
Mama heart broke, and brother feel like he gotta fix it
So he loading up from straps, bout to hit it where they kick it
Got a first class ticket to the pen
Seventeen-years-old but up in that they all men
It's just another day, one come out, another go in
It's hard out here, you can't even trust yo friends
They'll have a nigga set up, whatever by the curb
It's every man for self, oh you ain't heard
I'm a muthafuckin' Hogg, survive through it all
Stand up tall, we don't fall, naw
I been shot at but ain't been shot
Been in plenty fight but ain't been drop
Always came out on top like a hard-knock
[J-Dawg:]
Straight up
Yeah, these tattoo tears cover my face
My momma got mad at first but shit she know she may
I'm a G you gotta pray for me, it is what it is
Why these niggas out here playing, mayne this really my fear?
What'cha know about them late nights, no lights and no food?
No diapers for the baby's, the house smell like boo-boo
Think of what'chu would do what I tell ya what I does
Walk straight up off the porch, now the Camus begun
My big brother on lock, so I starve his gut
He goin lead to where he at, I been in the going stuff for crack and that
Big homie knew I had it on my mind
He ain't like it but it right that run it through my bloodline
He knew what he decline and what goin be hard for me to find
So he choose to put me down, and I got up on my grind
The dawg and you hoes say I'm glorifying crack
My momma lights off, the whole house pitch black, bitch!
Straight up
[talking]
We got that green stuff, Big Tite
Lil Flip the Leprechaun, Slim Thug the Boss Hogg
Fin to put it all in y'all face
[Slim Thug]
I got too much money, too much cash
I bought a new Lac and put it on chrome, without touching my stash
Like Lil Flip I can do that, Excursion candy blue that
22 that, pounds of dro I done blew that
You should of knew that, the Slim Thug gon shine
My ear rings cost a dime, I read Rolex Times
I'm top of the line, you can tell when I open my mouth
I bet nobody got mo' princess cut teeth, than the Boss
Open your mouth up you lost, I'm blinding these boys
I'm joining rocks in your blocks, in candy blue toys
Talking noise, cause I ain't old enough to drank
But I got mo' cash to last, than your daddy in the bank
I'm top rank, Slim Thug gon talk the talk
Walk the walk, we can bet ball for ball
We some paid young G's, with too much cash
Too much flow and do', talking too much trash ha
[Hook x2]
Too much money, too much cash
All y'all haters, can kiss our ass
We got too much money, too much cash
All y'all haters, can kiss our ass
[Lil Flip]
Too much money is what I got, like Scarface I rap a lot
S-Type Jag straight off the lot, believe me dog I'm really hot
I'm swanging 4's and thinking thoed, banging hoes and changing clothes
Smoking dro and doing shows, paper stack can never fold
I bought the car and I bought the house, I represent the Dirty South
Got more syrup than Waffle House, run through hoes like Marshall Faulk
I talk the talk and walk the walk, cause nigga I'm a G
Lil Flip is who I be, I know your gal know me
Cause I wear a Roley, that look like a snowman
And I push a Jag, you just gotta see it man
I'm sitting on Dubs, kinda like a blank tape
You see them rocks in my teeth, ain't none of em fake
Give me a break, you think I'm lying or something
I'm at the mall with your hoe, and she buying me something
I'm a young pimp, with a whole lot of cash
And y'all haters, y'all can kiss our ass
[Hook x2]
[Tite]
I got too much M-O-N-E-Y
Anything I S-E-E, I B-U-Y
Pull a Bentley off the lot, and ran that thang in the wall
We throw Crys in the air laugh, and watch it fall
Watch me ball, as the Dub spin like a top
I got crunk when I stopped, and made my pop trunk wop
Girls bop, automatic cause I'm top of the line
I cut my beep past six, and I raise the top of your spine
I'ma shine, Sucka Free, Boss Hogg in a row
You can catch me fresh and braided, or rugged and fro
You see the Spre's on the car, I bet you my people like the rock
When girls see Tite, Flip and Slim they say... pulling cameras out
Damn I'm hot, when I hit the club I'm bound to line to the bar
And for the first hundred people, I'm insuring they car
Attracting your star, cause nigga my piece attracting your car
We got too much green, and that's real by far
[Hook: Z-Ro]
Gangsta from my head to my shoes
So goddamn clean I'm giving haters the blues
Ain't too many players that played the game like I do
I'm getting rap money and getting street money too
Yeah jack I'm a gangsta, gangsta, gangsta
G.A.N.G.S.T.A.
I keep it real all day every goddamn day
And ain't goin never change homie I'm a stay this way a thug (a thug)
[Verse 1: Slim Thug]
Bitch I'm back
The biggest Boss Hogg of em all
It's Thugga muhfucka leader of them Outlaws
Made the city proud rep hard for the grill (huh)
They thought we fell off still getting it how I live (cheah)
Stay up in the club, let em know we still paid (still paid)
Reppin for the Nouf from the cradle to the grave (huh)
Gangstas don't hide so you see my face often (often)
Heater on my side so approach me with caution
Reppin great fame I appreicate the love
But don't get it fucked up (what) cause bitch I'm still a thug (still a thug)
The [? ] got bigger, the money got longer
It's Hoggs worldwide so the team more stronger (thugga)
[Hook: Z-Ro]
[Verse 2: Z-Ro]
Huh, that's right my nigga money, hoes, cars, clothes
I think I fell in love with clothes and cars and doe
I know y'all don't be seeing me at award shows
Fuck going commercial real nigga, y'all know how it goes
Thousand dollar bottle of camante y'all know how it flows
I die once, a thousand times that's how a coward goes
You don't want none of me nigga I got power blow
Hoes as big as tennis balls that's all a six sour note
Attitude like Pimp C, cup taste like Big Moe
R.I.P. to Pat and for the Hawk, that's my big bro
Every CD in my car say "DJ Screw"
If you from Houston and you rap my nigga he made you
I keep pens and pencils like bitches I pimp them hoes
Get it out of cock, put it in my socks it's what I do with the doe
Money ain't never been mad at me I stay cool with the doe
Like a dummy when he peeing I'm a fool with the flow
[Hook: Z-Ro]
[Verse 3: Slim Thug]
Hah, I can't stop I gotta make my nigga Pimp proud (R.I.P.)
That's why you see me reppin' Texas up in front of crowds (cheah)
Thugged out every nigga ride with the scratch (that's right)
Don't start shit but we stay ready for comeback
Don't know how to act, we goin fuck the club up (club up)
We just like em so the gangstas niggas love us (cheah)
My street nigga get a good girl pussy wet (that's right)
She say she coming home with me, that's a bet (that's a bet)
Before the Gin we get wasted off patron straight (straight)
After that see if her friend goin paticapate (huh)
Whole weight in the town got it locked down (locked down)
Got drank, got bricks, got plenty thous
Boss Of All Bosses March 24th
I'm feeling like fucc the world and err muhfucca in it
And you could suck a dicc if you bitch ass up in it
Fucc a pussy ass lows always on a nigga dicc
Pulling my cup over, and I ain't did shit
Boss Hogg On Lows
In The Beginnnig 2K9
I'm feeling like fucc the world and err muhfucca in it
And you could suck a dicc if you bitch ass up in it
Fucc a pussy ass lows always on a nigga dicc
Pulling my cup over, and I ain't did shit
Fucc that punk ass judge gave my cousin 25
Ted-Po you a hoe, I hope yo bitch ass will die
Fucc that dicc sucking D.A., with the brudge on my sentence
Better not see ya in the streets, or ya ass is finished
Fucc this punk ass sheriff looking at a nigga tough
Take ya badge off bitch, I'll beat ya ass up
Fucc my sorry ass lawyer said everything will be fine
Yeah, ya fifty grand still haven't signed for mine
Fucc my "so-called" partners who ain't write or send shit
But soon as I touchdown, we all in a nigga mix
Fucc my ex-gal talking bout she goin stay down
That lying bitch got a baby on the way now
Damn!
If you don't like the way I flow, nigga fuck you!
Ya don't like how a nigga roll, nigga fuck you!
Don't like how I talk about my doe, nigga fuck you!
I'm the boss I can do what the fuck I wanna do!
If you don't like the way I live, nigga fuck you!
Ya mad I tell it like it is, nigga fuck you!
Don't want me have to tell your kids, nigga fuck you!
I'm the boss I can do what the fuck I wanna do!
Fucc George W. Bush for every solider that past
Stealing the people all the raising the price of gas
Fucc the I.R.S. for try'na take me, and my cash
And lock me up for some shit I did in the past
Fucc Kathy for coming to my house, sleeping in my bed
And still ain't give me no pussy or give me no head
Fucc every gold-digging bitch who want a nigga to trick
And every stupid hoe who say she don't suck dicc
Fucc the Valley at the club man you niggas some hoes
Texting me to pump because I'm driving the rodes
Fucc that gay ass nigga Manny at Prepay in Miami
Don't wanna let a nigga in, bitch fucc you then
Fucc my label giving Interscope for everything that happened
With fuccing up my first album "Already Platinum"
Fucc every nigga and bitch who ain't buy my shit
Fucc the bootlegs, support a nigga buy my hits
Bitch!
If you don't like the way I flow, nigga fuck you!
Ya don't like how a nigga roll, nigga fuck you!
Don't like how I talk about my doe, nigga fuck you!
I'm the boss I can do what the fuck I wanna do!
If you don't like the way I live, nigga fuck you!
Ya mad I tell it like it is, nigga fuck you!
Don't want me have to tell your kids, nigga fuck you!
I'm the boss I can do what the fuck I wanna do!
Fucc all you internet geeks who talk down online
Go get'cha some buisness and stay the fucc out mine
Fucc both of my baby mommas for taking me to court
And try'na break a nigga with the child support
Fucc every teacher at my school who said I wouldn't be shit
Ha Ha look at me now... I'm Rich Bitch!
Fucc every bitch who dissing back when I was broke
But now she wanna ride shotgun on my spokes
Fucc you punk ass DJ's who don't play my shit
Do your job muthafuccers, play my hits
At last but not least, yeah ya thought I was through
Every hater who said ""Fucc Me", "FUCK YOU TOO!"
NIGGA!
If you don't like the way I flow, nigga fuck you!
Ya don't like how a nigga roll, nigga fuck you!
Don't like how I talk about my doe, nigga fuck you!
I'm the boss I can do what the fuck I wanna do!
If you don't like the way I live, nigga fuck you!
Ya mad I tell it like it is, nigga fuck you!
Don't want me have to tell your kids, nigga fuck you!
Thugga (I wanna be free)
[Chorus:]
I don't need a lover
I don't need a family
I don't need a ballin' chain here keepin' me
I don't need a bride time no wide valentine
I wanna be free fallin' free ballin' on the top of the city lights callin' (on top)
Don't feel sorry for me (don't feel sorry for me)
Cause I wanna be free I wanna be free
No marriage for me I'm cool to give a single life up I be a fool
Party all night (night) sleep all day (day)
Pack up and go when I wanna get away
This weekend N.Y. next L.A.
Then in Miami just to see the heat play
Settlin' down now nope not in my world why pick when I get all the pretty girls
I wanna be free and just do me welcome to the thug show it's a movie
A lot of groupies late nights and fun times no need to worry I be fine
[Chorus]
It's peace and quit when I wake up house clean no girl clothes or make-up
Smoke what I want turn the music base up oh you tired let me call another date up
Why you mad at me baby I ain't your man I'm what they call your homie lover friend
Late night hype when you feelin' lonely (lonely) but you never ever be the one and only
I'm gone all the time to focused on my grind to be on the road with your home on my mind
I live a life that ain't right for a wife too much temptation out here every night
[Chorus]
I do what I wanna do when I want to
See who I wanna see when I want to
Be where I wanna be when I want to
Cause I'm free to do whatever I wanna do
And it feel good (good) yeah real good
No stress from my ex no more
I'm in the cool top?
Ride solo (holla) and I won't get locked down no more
You’re my favorite bitch, you’re my favorite bitch
You’re my, you’re my, you’re my
Pussy so good, good, hair so right, so right
Go on come on over baby, let’s spend the night, yeah, yeah
This girl’s so bad, that ass so nice, so nice, nice
She make a player like me wanna settle down and get a wife
Take your clothes off baby, come get in this bed, come on now girl
No questions asked, she right to it, giving her a juice and head, yeah
You’re my favorite bitch, I love the way you do that shit
Feels like you trying to put a pressure mark on my dick, yeah, yeah
You’re my favorite bitch, you are my favorite bitch, bitch,
You’re my favorite bitch, you are my favorite bitch, bitch,
You’re my favorite bitch, you are my favorite bitch, bitch,
You’re my favorite bitch, you are my favorite bitch, bitch,
She butt naked with her heels on,
She know I love it like that
Bend over on this bed, and let a nigga hit it from the back
You’re my favorite bitch, when it’s up she gonna put it down
And if it’s up then me, she gonna always be around
She love so much, even let me fuck her friends
When we get fucked up, it’s a part that out of hand
Get the kush rolled up, every joint got a twin
Keep a nigga poled up, fuck and sip with me…
Cause you’re my favorite bitch, them other hoes ain’t bout shit
Them other hoes ain’t go shit
It’s over now, bye, bye bitch
You’re my favorite bitch, you are my favorite bitch, bitch,
You’re my favorite bitch, you are my favorite bitch, bitch,
You’re my favorite bitch, you are my favorite bitch, bitch,
You’re my favorite bitch, you are my favorite bitch, bitch,
Been down when I was shit, she keep it 100…
Cause that’s my bitch, gave me a safe place for thme bricks
Even helped me hid a few…
Been down when I was shit, she keep it 100…
Cause that’s my bitch, gave me a safe place for the bricks
Even helped me hid a few…she’s still my, my, my, my
My favorite bitch, yeah
Mmmm mmmy,
You’re my favorite bitch, you are my favorite bitch, bitch,
[Verse 1: Slim Thug]
Yea! Slim Thugga!
(Snooooooooooooop!)
(Southern Smoke!)
Bows hot got low!
I keep it so gangster mayne
And we gonna keep it gangsta to
Slim thug on flo
Turn it up another notch
Bows and the hoes drop it like its hot
Cuz its drop looking good and his trunk got knocked
Gotta be up in the tint
Same be up on the watch
Slim thug on the flo turn it up another notch
Cuz I'm back in your ear nigga back on the block
Bows two
Bout to drop so I am back at the top
Star trek connected boys must respect it
Star trek connected boys must respect it
Star trek connected boys must respect it
Two thousand five its about to get hected
Hold it up like you need to be done
I do it for the green you just do it for the bun
Cuz that bullshit just tane I aint payin ya none
Im at the astros playhouse ballay with bun (b)
Here I come here I come but name aint
Back back let me show you how to do this son!
I come row everytime I come
He three, you two, Slim thug numba one
Ain't shit changed but the time
Fuck what you heard cuz the city's still mine
I'm started in the game putting boyz on the pond
You can tell by them candy blue toys how they shine
While you was in yo studio in your “so called grind”
I was cutting big butt sluts from behind
I quick with the the rhymes
I gotta play that free time
Cuz I way Up ahead and u way back behind
[Verse 2: Pharrell]
Uh! I'm a nice dude, with some nice dreams
See these ice cubes, see these Ice Creams?
Eligible bachelor, million dollar boat
That's whiter than what's spilling down your throat
The Phantom, exterior like fish eggs
The interior like suicide wrist red
I can excercise you, this can be your Phys. Ed
Cheat on your man ma, that's how you get ahizzead
(Southern Smoke!)
[Verse 3: The Game]
Look at ya cam fo
Candy Paint six-fo twenty inch rims
Twenty-two on my boot
Twenty-Four on the rova
Im under twenty-six year the boy taken ova
Got rock on my wrist
Can't forget about Hova
Tupac in the wet valid of a dang soldier
If I go out tomorrow I'm leavin with guns smoking
I never bury a G without air-one zonum
Custon kick rocka
Doug kicked poppa
Yea we want easy and we loved big paca
So much he the sees
Every wigga in NY rockin Jesus piece
In the city of angels I will bang and angle you
You like are-a-bea with pass the same for you
Nah homie I ain't talking bout mace
I'm talking about a closed coffee cup blow off your face!
[Verse 4: Snoop Dogg]
I'm a gangsta, but y'all knew that
Da Big Bo$$ Dogg, yeah I had to do that
I keep a blue flag hanging out my backside
But only on the left side, yeah that's the Crip side
Ain't no other way to play the game the way I play
I cut so much you thought I was a DJ
[scratches:] "two!" - "one!" - "yep, three!"
S-N double O-P, D-O double G
I can't fake it, just break it, and when I take it
See I specialize in making all the girls get naked
So bring your friends, all of y'all come inside
We got a world premiere right here, now get live!
So don't change the dizzle, turn it up a little
I got a living room full of fine dime brizzles
Waiting on the Pizzle, the Dizzle and the Shizzle
G's to the bizzack, now ladies here we gizzo
[Hook:]
When the pimp's in the crib ma
Drop it like it's hot
Drop it like it's hot
Drop it like it's hot
When the pigs try to get at ya
Park it like it's hot
Park it like it's hot
Park it like it's hot
And if a nigga get a attitude
Pop it like it's hot
Pop it like it's hot
Pop it like it's hot
I got the rolly on my arm and I'm pouring Chandon
And I roll the best weed cause I got it going on
Snooooooooooop..
Snooooooooooop..
[Overlapping:]
Killa calling yo
Bows how? Got low
And you I'm repen H' time
Dead end to the fullest
And I'm leetin yall know yo listenin to the numba one DJ in the muthafuckin south
Dj Smiles
We doin it big baby
[talking]
Yeah, hell yeah, wanna fuck with the Boss huh
Show you bitch made ass niggaz
Slim Thugger, Boss Hogg Outlawz
[Slim Thug]
Mr. Buster, where the fuck you at
Can't box or lick, so you better get your gat
You niggaz some broads, for fucking your road dogs
The click you threw up with, label you blew you with
That's why we don't respect your ass
Now it's time for the Boss, to check your ass fool
Use to be homie, use to be my ace
Now I wanna slap the taste, out your mouth
Make you bow down, Lil' Yo
Hating on me, now I'm hating on you lil' hoe
Oh don't think I forgot, let J-Dog slide
Let Capo ride, just another homicide
Calling me, begging for cash
Dopefiend ass nigga, I get dead in your ass
You should of stayed down, and got paid for verses
But now he ol' broke, bank snatching purses
Stealing cell phone, plumbing for money
You ain't no real G, you's a crash dummy
Talking that killa shit, bitch do what you do
Understand at where I'm coming from [x2]
Live this life in the hardest
Understand at where I'm coming from [x2]
This is what the gangster's about
And bitch nigger's at
Somebody from your block got... gotta ride
When the bitches... that's why you can't trust em
... steal... wanna fuck em
The block is on fire, them... want you locked
Even if you pay the hustle they take... what you got
When neighbors get shot, and it ain't no big deal
Cause everybody took what he... peel
It's hard to... we're so used to, live everyday like it's our last
It's like they... knew it
... robbing and stealing, hustling and killing
Serve that, I just might... living with no villain
Where they... they'd rather be in jail
They go home and after tell their kids they failed
... south side of Houston, everybody's... but I love my hood so I put it up on...
Living life in the hardest, you understand at where I'm coming from
I come from the... bottom, trains... steal meals
My... fuck school, they'd rather rock... on wheels
Babys been having babies like condoms they never made them
Give them up to their pants cause sure they couldn't raise them
Let the curtain fall from the laws and the jewish
It's in the niggers up the creep for selling drugs that... us
My grandma always used to say...
... To take us up the...
... but I got feels do, so pardon me when I'm eat and... you...
Just let me smoke my weed and drank upon this...
But never pour too much cause I try to make it last
Understand at where I'm coming from
Live this life in the hardest
Understand at where I'm coming from [x2]
I'm from the home where we need you,
Where they... away
... home of the g's, land of the slaves
Where the good die young and the...
... on the way to school jump in double blood pools
... and they... to it, how is this normal?
When the babies get burned and we used to call that coma
See where I'm from they will tell us anything
Like fuck... they just want us...
Yeah man, that's a motherfucking shame
And every... is the same,
... get down, and the bricks bitch
Understand at where I'm coming from
Featuring: Pusha T
How can I explain
When there are few words I can choose
How can I explain when words get broken
Do you remember there was a time?
When people on the street
Were walking hand in hand in hand
They used to talk about the weather
Making plans together
Days would last forever
Come to me, cover me, hold me
Together we'll break these chains of love
Don't give up and don't give up
Together with me and my baby
Break the chains of love
Do you remember once upon a time?
When there were open doors
An invitation to the world
We were falling in and out with lovers
Looking out for others
Our sisters and our brothers
Come to me, cover me, hold me
Together we'll break these chains of love
Don't give up and don't give up now
Together with me and my baby
Break the chains of love
Together we'll break these chains of love
How can I explain
When there are few words I can choose
And how can I explain when words get broken
We used to talk about the weather
Making plans together
Days would last forever
Come to me, cover me, hold me
Together we'll break these chains of love
Don't give up and don't give up now
Together with me and my baby
Break the chains of love
Together we'll break these chains of love
Don't give up, don't give up now
Together with me and my baby
Break the chains of love
Together we'll break these chains of love
Don't give up, don't give up now
Together with me and my baby
Break the chains of love
Oh baby..
[Slim Thug]
You can't fuck with me, not on these beats
Not in these streets, any day of the week
You gon see defeat, call ya all ya
That's what you motherfuckers get, for talking that noise
I put the chrome on that large, if it go on my toy
Not Rawface, but when I bling it bring that joy
I'm bringing other suckers pain, cause I'm running the game
They feel ashamed, everytime somebody mention my name
Where my championship ring, I'm winning it all
A triple-double in the rap game, showing I ball
Got high scores, at the house I got some high whores
And walk around the crib naked, doing my chores
Like Chamil get it right, you know Slim hit it right
If I get it tonight, your man won't get it tight
It's me Slim yeah, holla back at ya
Come stack with ya, live fat with ya
Watch my back, and in return I'll show you the game
Stay down on my team, and you'll get you some change
I hold's my own, you gotta get your hood
Buy yourself a note good, and that's understood
Giving shout out's on tapes, protecting yourself
I do this shit by myself, and I'm making my wealth
I wreck you hoes for fun, I'm number one
Baby girl listen up let me holla for a second
I aint tryna be rude I'm just tryna get you naked
I figured if you keep it 100 you'll respect it
I know you tired of niggas lying to you so check it
I aint tryna settle down but I wanna fuck
I wanna be behind you when you back that pussy up
You look like a good girl ima make you my slut
I bet you like it slow ima make you like it rough
See I'm the type of nigga that will fuck ya life up
Make you leave your man when he tryna wife you up
Cuz that nigga borin I'm in to explorin
You only with that nigga for them things that's important
He gotta a good job and a real good father
Layed in debt but damn girl why bother
You need excitment in your life fuck with me
Well settle if it's well fall in love with a g
(CHOURS)
Guess what I'm fuckin tonight
Wheather you know it or not ima beat that pussy right
Yea I'm fuckin tonight
Ima beat that pussy up
Ima beat it up (3x)
So I aint gotta eat it up
Tryna lay in it
Then playy in it
If it's good all night ima stay in it
Sway in it if it's tight ima get it right
Hop on top you know what your daddy like
Rife it like a bike baby don't fall off
I wanna see them titties bouncin take it all off
She tryna crawl off say it's in too deep
Bust so much she quit and try to fall asleep
Turn that ass over back stroke pick her up
Grab her by her hair while I slap her on the butt
I'm bout to but pulled out snattched the rubber off
And like a trill bitch she let me put it in her mouth
(CHOURS)
Is you gon let me rock it say you'll let me rock it
Ima gon beat it till the walls come a knocking
Baby don't stop it open let me rock it
Turn that ass around and get it beat by dallas blocker
Baby never mind it you aint up for mountn
Ima take a shower and just act like weve been nappin
Guess what I'm fuckin tonight... yea
So baby if your down call me and I'll be around
I'll be on the other side of town
Hit me if you wanna fuck around
[Hook: Z-Ro]
Ain't no such things as friends only associates
So if you run up on me I'm pulling my gun out of my holster bitch
I don't like watching my back so when I bust I'm a unload the clip
But I'd rather expect you just give me the respect I'm suppose to get
Gangsta shit
[Verse 1: Slim Thug]
All my niggas is gone my damn bitch done cut
I got sum shit on my dome an
Then they love me or what
I'm one deep with my chrome like I ain't giving a fuk
If I got to do this alone fuk it that's wassup
They say it's lonely at the top an you
Gon see who your real friends
No more fo doors I'm riding a coop benz
Keepin it moving ain't focused on shit but not losing
If you don't fuk with me don't fuk with me
It's not confusing
And when you speak on my name watch the words your choosing
You soundin like a hater to me it's so amusing
Instead of moving on trying to do your
Own thang
You recruiting for the we hate Slim Thug gang
But ain't shit change here mayne
I'm still the same
Life good up out the hood shit I can't complain
These niggas say they down but they
Just pretend
I'm ridin solo to the end
Fuk friends
[Hook: Z-Ro]
[Verse 2: Z-Ro]
Sometimes I wonder if god forgot about me
And would my people miss me if they had to do without me
Cause anything ain't no love
A nigga you think is yo homie is runnin up in yo girl everytime you leave her
Lonely
Each and everytime I leave my house all three of my guns is on me
Ain't none of you niggas is goin to
Be kicking or punching on me
And I learned my lesson about callin my homies when I need'em
Out of eleven one and a half
Shows up and the rest I still ain't seen'em
One deep till I'm on my back
Ya'll fellas out might be on my sack
I'll shoot a
Muthafucker if a muthafucker jump out of line then I'm a put'em back in line
2006 forever gloc 40 with hollows in mind
It's amazing how something so small can flip yo bitch ass anytime
I'm an og original gangster mayne organized general
Army ready to drop off chemicals
64 545 criminals
But it's buisness
Whenever I'm seen with a crowd that I'm not feeling
Enter the conversation and paper in my pocket I'm not feeling
[Hook: Z-Ro]
[Verse 3: J-Dawg]
I done seen a whole lot in these 26 years
Never thought I had peers that was undercover queers
Tell these snitches in my
Circle awhile back I wuld've murked yuh
I vouch for me an mine
Till the gavel drop down
An judge gave my time since I hogged up
The ripper
The last time I heard from my niggas
Still in denial in the begginin of my sentence
Two months turned to years and them years
Turned to bitches
Sittin in my cell doin sets of push ups
No money no mail that's okay that's wassup
Momma made a man but these streets raised
A soldier
Where they kill a real nigga make a mo daycloder
I never fold up
I'm a do my time bitch
I'm a make parole hoe
Get out and shine trick
You fuck niggas better stay out my way
I awready wanna blow off yo face
For violating the code nigga
That's right
I went from ashy to classy, to classic
Quarter million dollar car, you can't pass me
Haters can you hear me now, I can barely hear you
Mother fuckers too far in my rearview
I went from ashy to classy, to classic
Quarter million dollar car, you can't pass me
Haters can you see me now, a nigga pocket so swoll
They can't stand to see a young nigga home, ballin' outta control
Started out a little young nigga, 'bout 15
Tryin' to figure out ways to get big green
Had dreams of rock gleams, top down on the old school
'Cause the hustla's ridin' clean looked so cool
You know the rules, I got in where I fit in
Why not hit the block, all my other brothers did it
Had to get out there and get it on my own
'Cause when you turn 16, nowadays you grown
Mama did her best, 'cause I never missed a meal
But I'm tired of takin' money that shit needed for bills, you feel me?
I'm tryin' to take a little weight up off her back
So I'm takin' up the slack, thanks to feens wantin' crack
A 50 pack, to a half, to a whole
To be 15 nigga, my pockets on swoll', huh
I'm finally 'bout to get my chance to go pro
And let the city know Slim thug gettin' dough
I went from ashy to classy, to classic
Quarter million dollar car, you can't pass me
Haters can you hear me now, I can barely hear you
Mother fuckers too far in my rearview
I went from ashy to classy, to classic
Quarter million dollar car, you can't pass me
Haters can you see me now, a nigga pocket so swoll
They can't stand to see a young nigga home, ballin' outta control
Now I'm the one ridin' clean, just made 17
But I aint' satisfied with the cash the block bring
And them law snatchin' niggas off the block every night
'Cause boys treatin' this shit 'cause it's a normal 9 to 5
Instead of trying to put their paper in a row
These niggas on the block hustlin' till they get caught
But a, my mama didn't ain't no fool
I had to chill for a minute and just focus on school
And if I wasn't in the hall gettin' ho's
I was chillin' wit' my niggas spittin' flows
Next thing you know I'm at the club doin' shows
And gettin' bank rolls when I step through the doors
My pussy rate at an all-time high
And ain't too much shit that I want I can't buy
I'm livin' good, everyday stay fly
I guess that's why the niggas in the hood say hi
I went from ashy to classy, to classic
Quarter million dollar car, you can't pass me
Haters can you hear me now, I can barely hear you
Mother fuckers too far in my rearview
I went from ashy to classy, to classic
Quarter million dollar car, you can't pass me
Haters can you see me now, a nigga pocket so swoll
They can't stand to see a young nigga home, ballin' outta control
Nowadays I'm a made man
And word is Slim Thug is a very well paid man
I'm Ray Banned up, top down, mashing
Lookin' in the rearview at the haters that I'm passin'
So please stop with them questions you askin'
I'm a hustla, I'ma stay smashing
Quarter million dollar cars, I'm livin' like a star
VIP with the bar, players buyin' out the bar
And even though a nigga didn't shoot hoops
I still found ways to make NBA loot
A young nigga got his pockets on swoll'
They can't stand to see a young nigga home, ballin' outta control
I went from ashy to classy, to classic
Quarter million dollar car, you can't pass me
Haters can you hear me now, I can barely hear you
Mother fuckers too far in my rearview
I went from ashy to classy, to classic
Quarter million dollar car, you can't pass me
Haters can you see me now, a nigga pocket so swoll
{CHORUS}
Look at my life Look at all the pain Look at my stuggle but im still in this game cause imma thug T.H.U.G imma thug T.H.U.G
Look at my life Look at all the pain Look at my stuggle but im still in this game cause imma thug T.H.U.G imma thug T.H.U.G
{Verse1}
itz t-money im da definition of thug
got money flyin every where all i need is scrubs
i got my money and my paper green
obey ur master cause im da fuckin dean
i sty fly on my shit got money to blow
im comin for u fuckin hoes so u betta go
my swaggers rare theres only 1 of me
im da shit bitch i know u wanna be me
now come on nigga tell me wat a thug iz
got brothers around and u got cousins
but i stay clean and always keep it chill
im fly on my grind mothafucka im ill
im da best and u know its true im wit possey and my crew
we da illest get strapped wit me crew mothafucka u know how i do
{CHORUS}
Look at my life Look at all the pain Look at my stuggle but im still in this game cause imma thug T.H.U.G imma thug T.H.U.G
Look at my life Look at all the pain Look at my stuggle but im still in this game cause imma thug T.H.U.G imma thug T.H.U.G
{Verse2}
itz t-money first comin around imma break dat shit no sound and u know its goin down
i get money i got money why u think fuckas call me t-money
im all good stay fly wit my nigga but keep on talkin bout me & imma pull dat trigga
u know wat da deal iz get out buissness or we go cause some trouble up in dis shit
yeah tell me who a real thug itz its bun b or is it slim thug it dnt matter cause im da real
thug even real thugs needs hugs yeah and u know wat im all about
straight thuggin 4 real come up in yo house yeah and u know its goin down
dnt try to fuck wit me its t-moneys town
{CHORUS}
Look at my life Look at all the pain Look at my stuggle but im still in this game cause imma thug T.H.U.G imma thug T.H.U.G
Look at my life Look at all the pain Look at my stuggle but im still in this game cause imma thug T.H.U.G imma thug T.H.U.G
Look at my life Look at all the pain Look at my stuggle but im still in this game cause imma thug T.H.U.G imma thug T.H.U.G
[Slim Thug:]
Slim Thugga, Muthafucka!
Now welcome to the city of game, piece of chains and swangs
Pop trunk and bang, yeah I'm still here mayne
Born and raised on the stead block, braids no dreadlocks
Married to the hood me and Sunnywood way block
Niggas way my home, I'm an outside venterain
Reppin' H-Town, smoking sippin' on some medicine
That ain't nobody better than the boss when I flow
It's Slim Thugga Muthafuckas, still breaking boys off
[Chamillionaire:]
Hmm, got plenty cheese, plenty carrots and you looking like some carrotrus
And it's looking like you haters and you fakes is immatating us
Shadied up, bradied up and I bet that trunk you bladed up
Bet you still crawling on 4's, so they ain't fainting us
In the hood I'm a grinder, wood on the winer
TV VCR lay back with'cha momma
You ain't never seen a grinder that grind the way I grind, huh
Top off the drop still listen to Tomma
[Hook:]
Still, still wrecking boys off
Hmm, candy painted with the lows you can hate but that's the way we ball
Still wrecking boys off
Hmm, getting money's what I'm bout, I'm a get it while he's in his judge talk
Still wrecking boys off
Hmm, gotta do it for the north, got to do it for my hustler's in the south
Still wrecking boys off, boys off
Sill wrecking boys off
And when I do it I'm a do it like a boss
Still wrecking boys off
[Mike Jones:]
MIKE JONES!
I still representing H-Town the city of the candy
They see me with a lotta, huh, but they don't understand it
They said they never see ya boy, how you gettin' this grind on?
Hannavilly take ya piggy I gettin' my shine on
I sold two million records now my paper on swoll
Now the mayor of the city, top down when I roll
H-Town, home of the candy paint
Home of the 84's and 4's in the?
[Bun B:]
Yeah, it's the city that's slowed, the city that's throwed
The city where them boys get they candy painted lows
The city where they build big killa and stay blowed
Hustlin' ass D-boys got the game sold
Where they sip that drank (sip that drank) and drip that paint (drip that paint)
And drop that top (drop that top) and grip that grain (hold up)
6-10-I-10-59-45 in the belt
This clutch city where we play what we dealt
Welcome my H-Town
[Hook: Chamillionaire]
[Paul Wall:]
This town's my home it's where I do my dirt
Where the gangsta's? smoke water? we drank stains on the shirt
We ride swangin' chop blazed just to break boys off
From South Park to South West how we wave to that nouf
I'm talking tenth wheel and Carvadale and Greens Point Two
From Denport Harvard to West Airport all the way to Channelview
We steady bangin' on this screw, it's choppin' like Kung-Fu
Hit me on the 8-3-2, Paul Wall what it do
[Yung Redd:]
Ha
Nomtombout?
Purple so muddy I can barely even drive
A blow it down trees like a catter goin by
Southside of H-Town that on the sunny side
I walk these? all blind, nomtombout?
Yung Redd, take ya out the future
Stars imitate swear to God work the?
Robert Davis, Fat Pat, this for you
Come on the Big Hogg got some roof
Mayne!
[Hook: Chamillionaire]
[Lil Keke:]
H-O to the U.S., T.O. till the end
God bless me with the million dollar Benz
See the grind money gangstas with the hand in the air
That Sunnyside in South Park I was raised out there
This is H-Town (H-Town), screwed up and slowed down
It's all love homie, keep rolling up the whole pound
Pull up in the monster just look at him hiding
Don Ke hard of the south, slab riding
[Z-Ro:]
H.O.U.S.T.O.N., T.E.X.A.S.
We goin get it and come back with it until we take our last breath
From the city where I steady on drop the top
Z-Ro the Crooked, my ghetto ass is good at any hood, any block they got
The white cup is for the codiene and the cigarello is for the gush
If you want it we got it cause that's not a problem we don't push
We used to be the dirty south, now we so dirty we sippy
So homie you must be touching it, roll if you don't feel me (you don't feel me)
[Hook: Chamillionaire]
[Mike D:]
Welcome to H-Town, this Third Ward talking
Coming down the slab like the fo's crip walking
Together we stand, divided we fall, yeah
North and the south together we ball
Fuck that, nigga it's a H-Town thang
Let me see ya touch the sky if ya feeling me mayne
It's Boss Hogg Kyleon, Micked and Mike D
The drank man daddy, you know where to find me
[Big Pokey:]
State to state dawg, I got a jock and a kid
Six back and out the drive away, dropping the weed
Y'all know we do it big, like a...
Got stackes full of cash where I keep the mnoey heated
Fresh to def homie, how I came in the doe
Prada shades on, smelling like a swanger or dro
Put'cha H'es up, represent'cha city bro
Counting money, iced out, like a million video
[Hook: Chamillionaire]
[Rob G:]
Southwest put'cha dubs up, let's go!
Now welcome to the place I love, place I was, raised to be a G
It's striaght hanging the thugs, and my music slowin', throw my H'es up
Southwest why I know the real dudes and move birdies
I go to school early, baby blue moon jersey
Riding around, southwest side of my towns
Still Reppin' My Block, How Ya Liken Me Now
It's from Sharpstown, Braeswood to Alilee, black and west stack
Paper together we stay deep it's all
[Trae:]
Cheyah!
King Of The Streets and I'm rolling round, you still ridin fo's
Boys better chill for this throw-away that they couldn't closed
I ridin' slab but I'm tippin it like a platinum rose
Soon as I make the doors presidental when they decide to close (real talk)
They want the Don to tell the haters that I got it locked (got it locked)
I shoot em up the west so whenever all the way to the top (dows up)
I'm so hood it be the Truth, definition of me
Ain't no way ya speakers bout the H, without mentioning me
We the truth, nigga!
[Hook: Chamillionaire]
[Lil O:]
Yeah, Yeah, Yeah, Yeah!
Ayyo from H-Town, southwest stop drop and roll
If I chunk the dub up, the whole hood rock n roll
Braeswood, Woolfair, Clull creek, Spice Lane
West Bellville, Fort Worth Airport, Sandpiper, stack change
I'm so H-Town there's no dean in my blood
And I'm a shout it out with the meanest of thugs
And you ain't never gotta ask if there's lean in my cup
I'm a triple O.G., S.U.C. nigga what
[Pimp C:]
Naw I can owe lot of chickens, not a miles away
For the last fifteen years, I been reppin' my state
I knew the real DJ Screw sip grape by the case
Eight's over ice straight Prada of the H
Southside, I never was so big socialize
With Bun you can talk, I fuck with the boss
Like Thug and Prince Civy or Rome or Wrice
This game a pie I want it all so give me a slice
[Hook: Chamillionaire]
[Slim Thug]
Guess who's back again, here to wreck the track again
I split flames, and leave haters blacker than a African
Guess who's back again, here to wreck the track again
I split flames, and leave haters blacker than a African
Guess who's back again, here to wreck the track again
I split flames, and leave haters blacker than a African
When I attack I win, ain't no draws in this
You hearing it out the Boss Hogg, ain't no flaws in this
You bitch niggas got me pissed, trying to slander my name
Trying to cut a nigga wrist, after I hand you the game
Y'all some five percent homies, three bitch ass phonies
I guess I gotta show the world, that y'all ain't got nothing on me
You think you the Northstar, bitch you ain't the Northstar
You disappeared off the earth, fell off by far
He don't even got a car, just a white cup of bar
A one and a two liter, you ain't no block bleeder
I'm talking bout that little sorry hoe, named Lil Mario
When I left the house, I wanted to see just how far he'd go
Nowhere ain't shit changed, since back in the game
He's still broke with no hope, and I guess I'm to blame, ha
[Hook]
Guess who's bizack, back and stacking that do'
Getting green, is all we know
I won't leave my gat, gat in my lap when I roll
Try to jack, and get your bitch ass froze
[Slim Thug]
And who was this other cat, still scoring fifty packs
He 26 but selling dope in the bricks, since way back
I think they call him Black Mario, or Snake Skin
I don't even know this nigga, but I heard him hating
I am the Kappa, I heard you on the twelve tracks
Slim Thug you ain't no thug, I'll lay you flat on your back
Off top boy you wack, drop your pen and your pad
Everybody can't rap fa real, you sound bad
Why the fuck you hating on me, you don't know me nigga
How you gon say I'm a fraud, when you don't know me nigga
I understand your pain, trying to get you some fans
And the quickest way to blow up, is to hate on the man
I guess you wanted some attention, I can help you with that
But all attention ain't good, that's where you fucked up black
For the record nigga I'm grown, I don't fight no more
I got niggas on payroll, that stay ready for war
Trying to come up on my name, you should of knew better
Next time you hating on me, nigga do better
Bring on some competition, when you get to dissing
Take notes on this lesson, haters please listen
[Scarface]
It's a new game board, let me give you the rules
Get out of line, and I'm gon give you the blues - 2x
[Slim Thug]
Last but not least, talking down on the streets
It's my H J-Dog, you probably broke the peace
Out of em all, this the one that hurt the worst
I'm ashamed, but I gotta let my pain disperse
My nigga, at least I use to think so
I tried to help him but the nigga, sent me on a blank roll
Gave me a lot of sad stories, that came and went
God damn, how many times I paid your mama's rent
How many big faces I spent, trying to keep you out of trouble
I had your back through it all, cause nigga I loved you
Come to find out, all those sad stories was lies
I got my peace back, and no longer answered your cries
Think about it, all the bread I gave you nigga
You fucked over the one nigga, that tried to save you nigga
And you spent all that shit, getting high on fry sticks
You still hitting licks, and still ain't got shit, ha
I'm so fly
All the haters and the killers, try'n get me, get me
When I walk by
All the girls wanna take a picture with me, with me
So, baby, just smile for the camera
For the camera, for the camera
Baby, just smile for the camera
For the camera, for the camera
I got super size swag, I'm honest with the class
Fresh up out the bag, somebody pull out my tab
I guess that's why these haters always lookin' so mad
I guess that's why this girl want her picture so bad
But her heart beatin' fast while we froze for the pose
Before rap, I was most chose by the hoes
Before you go, she slip me something else on the low
It read, 'Dial this to see me with no clothes'
I'm so fly
All the haters and the killers, try'n get me, get me
When I walk by
All the girls wanna take a picture with me, with me
So, baby, just smile for the camera
For the camera, for the camera
Baby, just smile for the camera
For the camera, for the camera
Beautiful by the bar, you wanna be a star
Live like the boss in a big house and fancy car
How 'bout we make everything that's mine, ours?
For example, let me, let you hold the black cards
But don't worry 'bout yo man, he just act hard
Before we get to you, we gotta go through that squad
You like swimmin', I got a lake in my backyard
I'll take you on a date to the BET awards
I'm so fly
All the haters and the killers, try'n get me, get me
When I walk by
All the girls wanna take a picture with me, with me
So, baby, just smile for the camera
For the camera, for the camera
So, baby just smile for the camera
For the camera, for the camera
Keep that ice on that chest
And we dress so fly
And we stay smokin' on the best
So you know a player so high
So, baby, just smile for the camera
For the camera, for the camera
Baby, just smile for the camera
[Slim Thug]
Fuck them other niggas, cause I'm down with my niggas
I ride solo, with my finger on the trigga
First nigga act up, and try to buck with us
We gon hit em up, with them hundred round spitters
I bar no nigga, if you small or tall
Any height weight or shape, I can make you fall
You niggas ain't got, what it take to ball
If I wanna see you gone, I'll just make the call
You made a big mistake, when you fucked with me
You bitch made niggas, can't fuck with me
I got niggas, that'll fuck you up for free
They'll have you in the middle of the woods, stuck to a tree
Now get out of line, if you want to Yo
I swear to God nigga, if I go you'll go
That's fa sho damn right, I dissed you nigga
Don't make your mama and your sister, have to miss you nigga
I'd give up everything I got, just to get you gone
I got niggas in Acres Home, that'll split your dome
Fuck with me, I promise it won't take too long
[Chorus]
My bitch been down when I wasnt shit
She keep it 100 dont switch
Cause dats my bitch
Gave me a safe place for the bricks
Even help hit a couple licks
So she still my bitch
Gotta help a nigga get rich
Get pop she aint never gone snitch
Yea dats my bitch
Go hard she aint never gone quit naw
She as real as a bitch get
Cause dats my bitch
[Verse 1]
I got a down bitch I can ride around wit
From the hood I can smoke me a pound wit
Keep it g she aint wit all dat bullshit
But got her own money far from a groupie bitch
She a dime all round players want to save her
Dey tell her thugga aint gonna love ya, fuck haters
She still by my side she say she cant stand lames
She say her pussy aint for sell you can keep the change
As far as I can tell its a keeper man
Aint tryna argue wit ya baby let you do you
Got me trippin like its too good to be true
My bitch been down when I wasnt shit
She keep it 100 dont switch
Cause dats my bitch
Gave me a safe place for the bricks
Even help hit a couple licks
So she still my bitch
Gotta help a nigga get rich
Get pop she aint never gone snitch
Yea dats my bitch
Go hard she aint never gone quit naw
She as real as a bitch get
Cause dats my bitch
[Verse 2]
Been my number one fan before I got a deal
Got a job still keep me wit a hot meal
Baddest bitch I ever met, you gotta see her
Fine as red wine & pretty as aaliyah
All da hoes hatin on her cause dey want to be her
Can tell I got love for her dey see how I treat her
She say she down to ride for & I believe her
Im gettin love shit I think I got a fever
Never thought id see the day wen I fall in love
Got plenty ? but she da only one im thinkin of
Keep my blunt rolled, clothes ironed for the club
She a down ass bitch for real cuz
[Chorus]
My bitch been down when I wasnt shit
She keep it 100 dont switch
Cause dats my bitch
Gave me a safe place for the bricks
Even help hit a couple licks
So she still my bitch
Gotta help a nigga get rich
Get pop she aint never gone snitch
Yea dats my bitch
Go hard she aint never gone quit naw
She as real as a bitch get
Cause dats my bitch
[Verse 4]
I go to jail I dont even make it to the cell
Im in process she already makin bell
Always on time shit it never fells
She rite behind a nigga cleanin up my trail
Through all my day to day shit its hard to live without her
A nigga be lookin lost wheneva I aint got her
& dem girls betta watch wat dey say
Tryna start shit cause my bitch dont play
She'll scratch never running from a match
Bitch get to talkin reckless she'll put her on her back
On top of dat she stay ready to get it
At any givin minute I can hit it
Cuz dats my bitch
[Chorus]
My bitch been down when I wasnt shit
She keep it 100 dont switch
Cause dats my bitch
Gave me a safe place for the bricks
Even help hit a couple licks
So she still my bitch
Gotta help a nigga get rich
Get pop she aint never gone snitch
Yea dats my bitch
Go hard she aint never gone quit naw
She as real as a bitch get
Cause dats my bitch
You may notice certain things before you die.
Mail them to me should they cause
Your algebra to fail.
Cole and macey lost their eyes
On the finer points
I run the streets all night and day
(The hood love Thug)
'Cause I still run the streets all night and day
(If you're tryna find me)
I rep for my city, go hard for the hood
Still posted on their block, what's good?
And I run, the streets all night and day
I can't stay away
They don't make too many niggas like me
Bonafide hustler, certified G
Still got that work if you got the right fee
You thinkin' shit fake? Well, nigga, come see
It's bigger than the jewels, it's bigger than the cars
It's bigger than the fact that we fuckin' rap stars
The street niggas know me, these boys got my contacts
Knowin' any givin' minute I can come back
I put a bitch on I-10 and tell her run that
Give her 10 and tell her don't bring nuthin' back
I'm still in tha hood, I can't leave the streets
It's in my blood, I'm a Thug till I be deceased
I run the streets all night and day
(The hood love Thug)
'Cause I still run the streets all night and day
(If you're tryna find me)
I rep for my city, go hard for the hood
Still posted on their block, what's good?
And I run, the streets all night and day
I can't stay away
It's hot on my block, somebody turn the fan on
I've been paid, I'm just tryin' to turn my man's on
N get my brains strong, streets miss me when I'm gone
I put on for my city like Jeezy's song
Please believe me, Holmes, matter of fact, check my stats
Ain't dropped in 3 years but I'm back
Where the money at? That's the first question
You better pack a strap, that's the first lesson
Hard times got the whole United States stressin'
I'm writin' a book, how to survive in a recession
Mr. Oboma, we so tired of sellin' crack
If you lookin' for me, ask the streets where I'm at
I run the streets all night and day
(The hood love Thug)
'Cause I still run the streets all night and day
(If you're tryna find me)
I rep for my city, go hard for the hood
Still posted on their block, what's good?
And I run, the streets all night and day
I can't stay away
It's home sweet home where the D boys roam
Movin' stone for stone or zone for zone
All night gettin' it on till 6 in tha morn
Tha shit I'm smokin' on, stronger than cologne
You can probably smell the smoke threw your headphones
If you still broke better get your bread long
Call me on that burner 'cause them feds on my phone
And I'mma run the streets till I'm under my headstone
I run the streets all night and day
(The hood love Thug)
'Cause I still run the streets all night and day
(If you're tryna find me)
I rep for my city, go hard for the hood
Still posted on their block, what's good?
And I run, the streets all night and day
It's Slim Thugga Muthafucka, got alot to sell
But snitches already got alot to tell
So for as y'all know all I do is just rap (huh)
And give these streets something they can play in they trap (cheyah)
Last year I had to put my city back on the map
This year we goin hit em right back with a slap (that's right)
I had the whole wide world tippin' on 4's (fo's)
Sippin' on drank, using gland slow
Claiming they the boss I guess they like my style
Copy what I do, mayne they like my child
I'm listen like damn mayne them boys wild
Thinking to myself, mayne them boys loud
Writing everything from my slang to my smile (damn)
Thought I was goin let it slide... Hell Naw!
If the shoe fit very, listen tot he comparey
You niggas ain't my fam, how I style you in hared
I call all shots, all wins no losses (no losses)
Follow me I'm The Boss Of All Bosses
I'm The Boss Of All Bosses [x4]
Ha, fuck what'cha heard, and fuck what they talking
They follow me I'm The Boss Of All Bosses
I'm The Boss Of All Bosses [x4]
H-Town, let it settle I'm a lead the way
The only rapper doing everythang I say
The other boys fishing (ha), go up their and Christians (ha)
I'm a good dude I just gotta alot addiction (that's right)
I love getting money you can see it in my face
It's like I'm bout to bust when I step my safe (cheyah)
I love getting pussy but I hate these hoes (I hate these hoes)
I'm bout to hit the block and -drop the top on 4's-
I know you probably tired of hearing about my cars (I know)
That's what'cha get for turning good niggas to stars (that's what'cha get)
What the fuck you'll do, you'll see
Never had shit now you rich as you can be (what)
Used to hit Lick's selling bricks in the streets (ha)
Now I'm selling hits for ten times the fee (ha ha)
And stand free, I ain't never seeing no jails
The boss of the south goin stay giving them hell (ha)
I call all shots, all wins no losses (no losses)
Follow me I'm The Boss Of All Bosses
I'm The Boss Of All Bosses [x4]
Ha, fuck what'cha heard, and fuck what they talking
They follow me I'm The Boss Of All Bosses
I'm The Boss Of All Bosses [x4]
Leanin' Leanin' To The Sideways
Leanin' Leanin' To The Sideways
Leanin' Leanin' To The Sideways
Leanin' To The Side, Leanin' Leanin' To The Sideways
I'm A Young Ghetto Boy (Boy) That's Why I Act This Way
Rollin' In The Candy Car, Leanin' To The Sideways
I'm A Young Ghetto Boy (Boy) That's Why I Act This Way
Rollin' In The Candy Car, Leanin' To The Sideways
[Slim Thug:]
Big Boss of that damn Nouf
Grab the mic straight winner mouf
Candy blue when you see me floss
When I pull that lac up out the house
Looking good while I hold the wood
Holding slab's since understood
Hit the stead, chunk up the hood
Boys gotta see me stomp em good
New car, new ice
It ain't shit I can pay that price
Niggas ain't living like the boss live
That's what that is and I'll say that twice
I tip the 4's and flip the rose
Befo' that album got ship the stores
Boys better keep they lips closed
Befo' they punk ass get exposed
I da show the world how the boss hold
Slab or foreign I'll floss thoed
Drank and dro got me flow smoke
Doing a hundred on the toll grow
Pimp and Bun ridin' right behind
Pieced up with the grill shine
Ten years, still puttin' it down
Representin' for that H-Town
Michael Watts got the beats slow
Slim Thug keep the streets thoed
Drank spray bout to be blowed
Cause Rico got them sweets roll
Now ask them cause the streets know
The big boss man got it locked
H-Town I'm a shout that out
Til I'm up in heaven with Pimp and Pac
[x2:]
I'm A Young Ghetto Boy (Boy) That's Why I Act This Way
Rollin' In The Candy Car, Leanin' To The Sideways
Sweet Jones, Bitch!
Uh, Uh, Uh
[Pimp C:]
Tone as snow, the mack not the miff
Pimp I got the gift to break a bitch
Twenty thousand behind my lips
A hundred thousand on my neck
Everytime that I step by
Off that red thang from chamillion
Candy paint swangin' on the drop
I keep the hoes pussy just hot and wet
Lamborghini, fuck the bet
Top down let's get it on
I'm the real bitch, he's a clown
Smelling like Bun na calone
Got a billion dollar out of my microphone
Slab crusha, dome busta
With Dr. Z next with the tussler
We call this banana split
Choose a pimp, hoe I'm legit
Wreck the grape, bitch brought the red
I gotta phantom too, now what the fuck I said?
And I ain't dropped an album yet
Spend my dirty money don't touch the check
If the rap game died, I buy some work
And keep a young yella bitch that'll pull up her skirt
And when the bitch get a nut, her pussy squirt
Trisha love to see water worse
I love the money she love the fame
I got a level head you gotta? grain
Gotta three-way-lover on my Cingular
She gotta four-inch tone of jet mint hair
Between her legs, I'm telling you
And she pay her daddy, that's what it do
[x2:]
I'm A Young Ghetto Boy (Boy) That's Why I Act This Way
Rollin' In The Candy Car, Leanin' To The Sideways
[Bun B:]
It's Bun B the man and not the miff
Ridin' on them 4's, trunk got the biff
I push one button on my remote
Start up my slab and my trunk a lift
I got the gift straight from God
Keep it real, never fraud
From P.A.T. the land of the Trill
So when I come out, I'm a come out hard
You know the name and the resamay
My G-code five is documented
Certified Rap-A-Lot for life
Down with the Mobb, represented
Don't play them games, cause I got the change
To put it in ya mind, and on ya brain
You'll need'cha talents coming in ya candy
Not where ya standing, slippin' the plain
I'm a gangsta, baby not a baby gangsta
I'm overgrown and it's understood
Slim Thug the boss, C the Pimp
And I'm Bun the O.G. that run the hood
We go the good and the flower
Hard or soft, get it rock the power
Ya know ya shit, when ya get'cha lick
It don't come with a textbook, tell ya how ta
Got the power and the bread
So fuck a law dawg and fuck a fed
I'm from the south, we got the crown
And you can't get it back until I'm dead
Heard what I said, then press rewind
Play it back so you can get the meaning
Coming down in that candy slab
Gripping on the grain and you know I'm Leanin'
[x2:]
I'm A Young Ghetto Boy (Boy) That's Why I Act This Way
Rollin' In The Candy Car, Leanin' To The Sideways
Leanin' Leanin' To The Sideways
Leanin' Leanin' To The Sideways
Leanin' Leanin' To The Sideways
You may notice certain things before you die.
Mail them to me should they cause
Your algebra to fail.
Cole and macey lost their eyes
On the finer points
[talking]
Slim Thugger, The Bossman, ha
I'm bout to start open hands smacking these punks
Around mayn, what's wrong with Big Pic
Come to the Boss, ha, they must don't know who I am
Listen, let me tell you
[Slim Thug]
Introducing from Houston, Slim Thug the Boss
Champion with no loss, known for running his mouth
I break em off, back back track for track
Try to attack, come on I pack the Mack
I shut em down, turn them clown smiles to frowns
The quick to get down, when the Boss come around
They don't want it, let me demolish all my opponents
They want the Boss crown, but uh Slim Thug own it
I'm changing the game, doing this underground thang
Ever since I represent this, it ain't been the same
First I pull up on swangs, trunk pop and top drop
And next year on 20's, lil' later non-stopping
On them Sprewells, I hear a lot of cats rap about it
But I'm the only rapper in H-Town, that got it
I speak the truth, everytime I touch the booth
And I ain't drop a solo yet, cause I ain't hurt the loot, hatas
[talking]
Getting this money baby, know I'm saying
A lot of people against me, cause they see a young
Playa getting his shine on, getting his grind on
Know I'm saying, doing what he wanna do
But that go with the territory, you know I'm saying
Young Hogg getting money, Boss Hogg Outlaws
[Slim Thug]
Getting paper, that's why I'm the main subject of these hatas
They hate to see me riding Harley's, sitting on Gators
And ask y'all jewelry man, who holding the crown
Y'all can get a record deal, I still be holding it down
Blow dro pounds, nothing but the best for the Boss
21 years old, in a six bedroom house
Hustle-holic, CEO shots I call it
If you name it I crawl it, if I want it I bought it
I put it in they face, punks should of stayed in they place
They done pissed off the Boss, so I'm making em pay
Lil' Mario is trash, Big Pic is trash
A.D., J-Dawg, Young Capo is trash
Lil' Pluck is trash, Northstar is trash
Big Ballin is trash, all thanks from the past
Haters never been the same, since I left the House
Make way for the heavyweight, undisputed Boss
[talking]
People gon talk down, you know I'm saying
It's all about how you handle it
Talk all day, see how I'm rolling, ain't too many
Playas out there, doing what I do
Y'all might not wanna give me my respect
But I'ma take it at all times, feel me
[Slim Thug]
I'm feeling like I'm wasting my time, wasting my rhymes
Getting crunk with these punks, that ain't making a dime
But they got out of line, when they spoke my name
They showed they was real haters, when they spoke my name
They must of smoked they brain, thinking they can touch me
I know I ain't the best rapper, but they can't touch me
I won't go to Jay-Z, and try to hate for fame
And I'm like him to them, so I expect the same
Lil' Yo you a Robin, you can't be Batman
So sit on the sideline, and just follow my plans
I make the rules, break em and I break you fool
Call Slim Thug out, and get ready to lose
I've been in your shoes, and didn't like the way they fit
So I got my mind right, and went got what I get
Them dolla signs, focus on yours not mine
Y'all can't touch the Boss, Slim Thug bottom line
[talking]
Really, I do this here for the cash man
I ain't expect this, there's a couple mo' hundred
Thousand in my pocket, you know I'm saying
They get out of line, I answer that
Boys thought they can call me out, and get away with it
You may notice certain things before you die.
Mail them to me should they cause
Your algebra to fail.
Cole and macey lost their eyes
On the finer points
[talking]
Somebody's burning close to the ground
I ain't gon panic, I've been here before
But I ain't gon lay down, naw naw you sucker
I ain't gon lay down, [laughing]
[Slim Thug]
It's the return, of the young boss
None other than the young Slim Thugger, bout to break them boys off
Spread the word I got plex
I'm destroying these hating niggaz, who got next
I'm bout to clear the set like Lil' Wayne, for disrespecting my game
Your one second of fame, killed your whole career mayn
You niggaz oughtta be ashamed, talking down on me
But you're cutthroat, that's why you turned around on me
Phony homies, you haters ain't got shit on me
You haters went left on me, so I left you by your lonely
I did that, and never took a second look back
You haters can't go, when the key be off track
But fuck that, I had to separate myself
And ever since I did that, I've been making my wealth
Feel bad for your health, if you ain't on my team
Y'all ain't packing what it's gon take, to make this green
[Hook]
I wish y'all realize, what it takes to make this do'
There's no motherfucking way that I, can show you how we roll
I wish y'all realize, what it takes to make this green
Moves I'm making with my team, so simple as it seems
That's gangsta for ya, gangsta for ya..
[Slim Thug]
Get your money nigga, don't be a dummy nigga
Stop hating and watching me, get your own figgas
From me to you, while we making these c.d.'s
It's gon help your record sales, more than it help me
They gon bang mine regardless, you niggaz is garbage
But y'all buy this shit too, so you see the hardest
He got 21 niggaz, featured on his shit
It's all Mr. Slim Thug, spitting out these hits
I'm The Boss, enough said bobbing boys head
From the brick to the stead, Slim Thug go FED
I'm done bread my nigga, I was raised to get paid
And green sheets of paper, was made to get made
All day everyday, I stay about it
If I ain't a real hustler, then how the fuck a nigga got it, ha
Ricky Lake fake nigga, kill all that talking
And get your mama out the hood, and stand tall when you walking
[Hook]
[talking]
When you suckers gon realize
That ain't nobody crooked where I'm at man
I earned all this here, grind for this shit
It ain't easy as it look baby
You gotta have skills, and you gotta have hustle
You know I'm saying, you niggaz lacking both
So shit, I suggest y'all just get a
Motherfucking job or something, Slim Thugger
[Slim Thug]
Playa time dream team, ball more than the king
I guess it's in my blood stream, to be about my green
A new face on the scene, I'm the rap game rookie
Trying to do something new, I'm tired of cooking up cookies
We getting paid down here, living laid down here
Hit the club with bald fades, and braids down here
Slim, E and P, we Texas best
We three hard young G's, that don't settle for less
You can't mess with the Tex, Boss Hogg on chops
When I park at the club, my rims don't stop
They keep cutting, ten G's for these with the button
In the DTS strutting, I ain't want for nothing
From the bottom to the top, and I can't fail
I'm in a click about they mail, I know you can tell
We living swell, cause we got a lot of thangs to sell
I know the FED's on my trail, but I'm giving em hell
[Hook]
Have you ever met them thugs, that can ride like us
Cutting corners burning blocks, looking fly as us
Endo hydro, getting high as us
[Hook]
Boss Hogg, we running this rap shit
Slim Thugger, I'm running this rap shit
Sir Daily, we running this rap shit
Lil' Doodie, we running this rap shit
E.S.G., we running this rap shit
Rayface, we running this rap shit
[Slim Thug]
The take over, this the hater makeover
If you got plex with Slim, I suggest you stay sober
No time for slip up's, no room for mistakes
I go to war with you cakes, talking bout I'm fake
Y'all the ones telling lies, bitch apologize
We was all cool, until I started to rise
That's when the hate came in your eyes, I remember it clear
Back in 9-9, yep I think that was the year
I pulled up to the studio, in a drop on swangs
Instead of looking happy, y'all looked like y'all was in pain
Ever since then, thangs ain't never been the same
You haters fell off, and I guess I'm to blame
What a shame, back then I could tell you niggas was hoes
Y'all use to get paid, fifty dollars a show
While I was getting the G's, I told you get your money too
The reply was Watts, don't need us like he need you
Which was true, cause soon as I left y'all went left
Tried to do y'all own thing, and follow my footsteps
Only problem is, y'all needed me to make it
I know it's hard to take it, but it's the truth face it
[Hook]
Boss Hogg, we running this rap shit
My nigga Troy, we running this rap shit
Big Cheddar, we running this rap shit
My nigga Corn, we running this rap shit
My nigga Chi, we running this rap shit
Jude Fiend, we running this rap shit
D.P., we running this rap shit
[Slim Thug]
Verse two, little sorry hoe back to you
I think I finally understand, why you do what you do
When people come up to me, they ask about you
And when they come up to you, they ask about me too
When they ask you how I'm doing, what's your reply
Do you tell em how I'm balling, and how Slim is still fly
They see you looking dirty, they see me looking clean
They say you ain't accomplish shit, they see me living my dream
That gotta hurt, but for you I'm feeling no sorrow
I just hope this make you get on, your game tomorrow
Remember when I took you to pick up, those c.d.'s and shit
You went behind my back you dick, and hit my lick
I can't forgive or forget, I remember it all
You use to like to see me fall, and hate to see me ball
But y'all, Northstar don't want it Thug
Big Pic and A.D., they don't want it with Thug, ha
[Hook]
Grey Day, we running this rap shit
C-Note, we running this rap shit
Mill Ticket, we running this rap shit
Real Deal, we running this rap shit
My nigga Pop, we running this rap shit
My nigga Juquay, we running this rap shit
Sleep Dog, you still running this rap shit
[Slim Thug]
Big Pic Big Ballin, you talking backwards life
Big Pic big broke, that sound mo' right
First of all on the cash blast, you can't compete
You already beat, shit look at your piece
Eric told me how much your dumb ass, paid for that
When you saw that bullshit, you should of gave it back
You better invest in some crack, cause your rap game weak
I can't wait for your album drop, and flop in the streets
And what in the fuck Cluck, you just begging for a break
You say you don't rap for free, that's why you ain't on my tape
Nigga please, your weak ass couldn't pay me
To talk slow on a flow, on the Boss c.d
By now you should know, better than to run your mouth
Remember in Garden City, when Chris knocked your ass out
For bumping your gums, I guess your ass is still dumb
[Slim Thug]
I'm shaking haters off, they trying to break the Boss
They smile when I'm down, wanna see me take a loss
I break em off, he don't want no drama
I got a house and three cars, you still stay with your mama
Steady speaking on my name, trying to gain some fame
Boy you lame, your bitch ass don't count in this game
You better get up on your change, instead of watching me
Ever since I've been riding swangs, y'all been knocking me
Ain't no stopping me hater, I refuse to lose
I hit the block on 22's, and give you boys the blues
Talking bout I'm acting funny, since I started getting money
But back when I was broke, we wasn't friends dummies
Niggaz hate to see you shine, so I keep a loaded clip
When they see you getting grip, they wanna see you rip
Ask that boy Lil' Flip, about these traitors and haters
They try to put you in a grave, when they see you getting paper
Mad cause we young niggaz, stacking big figgas
Stay talking down, cause they girlfriend dig us
'Stead of knocking my pockets, nigga focus on your bread
Before you make a Boss Hogg Outlaw, bust your head
[talking]
Who the fuck these niggaz talking to man
These niggaz talking down on me mayn
Man, let me wreck this lil' midget ass nigga
Don't one of them hoe ass niggaz got a skin disease
Or something mayn, man I'm fin to tear they
Whole motherfucking label up
This the Boss Slim Thugger baby, hit em up
Fuck em ha, shouldn't of fucked with me boy
[Slim Thug]
First I'll fuck Lil Yo, and the label you claim
You bitch made gay nigga, I gave you the game
You only got some street fame, cause you was rolling with me
Trying to follow the footsteps, of Slim T-H-U-G
And all along, I use to think I did something wrong
But fuck that, some niggaz just belong in thoughts
Talking bout a nigga left you, bitch you ain't my girlfriend
If I didn't, I'd be in the same position you in
He say he moved up out the hood, is that what he think
He moved a half a mile up the street, on Gulfbank
You still staying with your mama, how you call yourself a rapper
If you acting like you broke, you's a hell of a actor
Who the fuck you think you are, bitch I'm the Northstar
Your whole record label, can't fuck with me by far
Motherfuck a Black Mario, that's your G
You 26 selling dope, but can't move OZ
J Dogg you ain't a Hogg, so I stripped off your title
Waterhead ass nigga, is Pookie your idol
You on some dope fiend shit, stop begging me for money
Go get a ride Lil Yo, and tell him give you something dummy
You fell off, whole label getting wrecked by the Boss
Northstar and Stomp Down, just took another loss
Before I quit, I can't forget about that other bitch
Fuck A.D., and that bootlegging bitch Pic
That's some bullshit talking, super weak ass niggaz
Telling lies, everytime you try to speak trash nigga
Gotta bootleg my c.d.'s, cause y'all shit don't sell
Wanna battle with the Boss, all you bitch niggaz fail, I hit em up
[Hook]
Leave the North, when you see the Boss
Get broke off, when you see the Boss
Try to do me, but they far from ready
Northstar and Big Ballin', ain't got no feddy, I hit em up
Close your mouth, when you see the Boss
Change your route, when you see the Boss
Try to do me, but they far from ready
Northstar and Big Ballin', ain't got no feddy, I hit em up
[talking]
That's how you spose' to hit a motherfucker up Lil Yo
You niggaz getting on tracks like this, you gotta get ready
You know I'm saying, and Big Pic
I'ma let my lil' dogs, ride on your hoe ass
[Doodie]
Get out the way Slim, get out the way Slim
And let me, address this bitch
They keep talking bullshit, I pack bullets that flip
Into a big bitch, by the name of Big Pic
Making this a rap again, quick to snatch another win
Let's see the shit you talk, with a nine under your chin
Your kin wanna sin, your mouth got you in trouble
Healthy zig-zag, trash ass motherfucker
I speak and don't stutter, never biting my tongue
Street sweeping your crumbs, leaving holes in your lungs
Dropping bombs like Viet, I done peeped you nigga
Southpaw that's raw, while I'm sleeping nigga
Steady chasing big figgas, while your bitch ass knock me
Don't steal my style, cause you known to copy
It's about to get sloppy, you can't fuck with me
Let the game go, so we can rest in peace
You keep fucking with me, you in peace with the rest
Releasing my tech, because you got a hole in your chest
You're whining about these checks, all you game is garbage
Treat your rap like shit, flush it down the toilet
Who the hell done farted, oh that's Pic's bullshit
Bitch suck more dick, then a porno flick
I'm a faggot you wish, nigga place your bids
I'm about to do you dirty, like R. Kelly do kids
One minute my nig', the Big Ballin' done got bucked
Big mouth done got shut, it's Doodie I hit em up
[talking]
Ha, now y'all tell me who won
They see me, they run ha
[Sir Daily]
Fa sho Slim, Sir Daily make these niggaz retire
Whining ass cry babies, need to have pacifiers
Grown men acting like kids, jealous and shit
But if you cross us in the streets, we putting lead in your clit
Hundred rounds spit buckers, ain't no testing the tougher
Watts stuck you like a pussy, so who's next to fuck you
Sir Daily a crash dummy, you a liar that's false
Any nigga believe in that, must be sniffing that soft
I go off at anytime, ain't no stealing my shine
Hoe ass nigga wanna hate, cause they feeling my rhymes
I never apologize, to the day that I die
And when I die I'ma be gangsta, with no tears in my eyes
From the cradle to the grave, we stay be gangsta ways
With the Boss Slim stays, cutting paving the way
Ain't never known to play, you out of line and out of touch
Everytime them Outlaws touch the mic, you get crushed
You a fucker boy thoed, nigga bleeding red blood
You will never hear him say, Sir Daily got hugged
Cause I go hard nigga, no fraud nigga
[Slim Thug]
I spit hits like a jukebox, stay thugged out like 2Pac
Everytime something new drop, it's G shit not hip-hop
I speak for those who rip glocks, and leave these haters lips locked
My underground sell mo' than your, real album ship out
My underground sell mo' than your, real album ship out
My underground sell mo' than your, real album ship out
Slow down or sped up, I'll make you bob your head up
Hustle till you fed up, tell you stack your bread up
Falling off you'll never see, Slim got long jeopardy
Real hits what you get from me, me and Watts like family
And I be damned if we can't do our job, and make you bob
I'm signing c.d.'s for you, your niece and your Uncle Rob
Saying stay down, jam everything we lay down
If I can't drive to your town, I'll send this shit through Greyhound
[scratching]
send this shit through Greyhound
send this shit through Greyhound
Got boys from Kansas, hollin' bout how they jam this
From Germany to Japan, they can't understand this
This ain't no local shit, we worldwide bitch
Got Swishahouse and Boss Hogg, in your ride trick
They wanna drop like us, and stack a knot like us
Can't pay they bills with they skills, so they copy us
Some trendsetters, some go-getters
Use to be down but shit, now they bootleggers
[scratching]
Now they-now they bootleggers
Now they-now they bootleggers
Hating on my profit, digging in my pocket
And I'ma do what it take, to make sure you stop it
See I got bills to pay, and plenty meals to make
And if you in my way, the AK'll spray
I make a G a day, sometimes three a day
That's times 3-65, now y'all see my pay
That's last year, next year me and E album dropping
[Slim Thug]
Got drank by the paint, dro by the pound
It's 2002, and it still go down
Headed back to the Kappa, still 4's and adapters
It's the Mr. Slim Thug, the flow pro rapper
I got a caramel model, shaped like a coke bottle
On I 4-5, mashing on a Coupe throttle
We gon shut the wall down, I said it and I meant it
Best believe them Boyz In Blue, gon represent it
Never tripping off the laws, we gon move the crowd
When we come through swanging, with the beat up loud
Ah this year baby, I'm the Boss-Boss
I got candy and chrome, on everything I floss
Still wrecking with the house, it ain't no love loss
Me and Watts getting money, while these haters fall off
Sitting on the sideline, they should of stayed down
Ain't shit changed but the times, is back in 9-9
Still getting what's mine, I'm still on the grind
Making big dollar signs, on I'm still unsigned
You can't knock us, number one requested from the boppers
Only rapper in Houston, riding on don't-stopper's
[scratching]
I'm headed to the Kappa, on 4 swangas and adapters
Watch me ball up and down the C-Wall
I'm headed to the Kappa, on 4 swangas and adapters
I'm the hating no slapper, and the flow pro rapper
I'm headed to the Kappa, on 4 swangas and adapters
Watch me ball up and down the C-Wall
I'm headed to the Kappa, on 4 swangas and adapters
[talking]
Slim Thugger, got plex, I got the answer for that baby
(fuck who you are nigga, Boss Hogg gon fade em all)
Boss Hogg Outlawz, top dog
(fuck-fuck who you are nigga, Boss Hogg gon fade em all)
It's official (fuck-fuck who you are, fuck-fuck who you are)
(fuck-fuck who you-fuck who you-fuck who you, fuck-fuck)
(fuck who you are nigga, Boss Hogg gon fade em all), one by one
(fuck-fuck who you are nigga, Boss Hogg gon fade em all)
(shit fin to get crucial dog, I'm telling y'all to strap up)
[Slim Thug]
Welcome home, to the place where the haters and snakes roam
They smile in your face, but talk down when you gone
Don't get me wrong, my city got real playas and thugs
That act bad in clubs, and show nothing but love
But at the same time, a lot of niggaz out to compete
And when they see they getting beat, they start having beef
For example, for those out there that don't know
I'm bout to wreck this lil' hoe, by the name of Lil' Yo
Can't forget Young Capo, J-Dog and Big Pic
You all some hoes, J.D. I can't forget about you bitch
All of the above, been hating on me
I know a lot of my fans been waiting on me, but they won't
Shut em down, show them haters who holding the ground
Fa sho, you know Slim Thug holding it down
Y'all just give me any chance, for shining in the rap game
It's like you committed suicide, when you hate on my name
Attention I bring, got you niggaz flinching in pain
I might take it easy on you, if you plead insane
I'm changing the game, real ranges some thangs
Just like I gave you street fame, I'ma take your street fame
You can't claim North Star, if you ain't Slim Thug
Cause I'm the only nigga out of y'all, that's all the above
Fuck showing love, I got plex
I'm the one Big Ballin' Big Pic call next, uh
But as we speak, the Boss got the streets on lock
And with all this bad attention, I got the heat on cock
No more roaming a couple miles, I'ma dismantle your guys
When the Boss drop, your career gon stop that's no lie nigga
(fuck who you are nigga, Boss Hogg gon fade em all
Shit fin to get crucial dog, I'm telling y'all to strap up
Outlawz on the rise man, and a bunch of niggaz gon die man
[Slim Thug]
Rarely barely, seen in two different places
But I made a mistake, my best friend was fake
I had to separate, the real from the snakes
You broke my heart dog, with all that jealousy
I couldn't believe, the shit that they was telling me
I understand your pain, the whole scene changed
But it wasn't personal, it was a green thang
You was never left behind, nigga get that out your mind
But when you thought it was your time, you left me behind
I held my ground, and when your chance didn't go down
Nigga I got mine, and flipped the shit around
It still ain't no hard feelings, I still want you to get millions
But I just can't never see, me and you chilling
We headed two different ways, I'm still trying to get paid
Why you po'ing up blowing up, wasting your days
[Hook]
We use to get money together, pull honeys together
Pushing chromed out twinkies, in custom coached leather
You claim it's all love, but nigga it's whatever
Cause this is business, it ain't personal
Same dream, same team, same teams
We even told, to the same damn things
Ain't no rules in this war, for this green
[Slim Thug]
Win, riding in a cock-eyed Benz
Light blue lens, dro'd out with all of my friends
Ball-balling shot calling, 20 inch crawling
Me and them boys all in, something with screens falling
Playing to win, riding in a cock-eyed Benz
Light blue lens, dro'd out with all of my friends
Big ball shot calling, 20 inch crawling
Me and them boys all in, something with screens falling
Candy sprayed, stay at the club L.A
My neck wrist and chest, will show you I'm payed
I'm made-made, like my name's Special Ed
Boy your baby mama giving head, in my Chevy black bed
I'm baller bread, nigga I was raised to grind
Raised to shine, I made heads turn all the time
Hogg-Hogg and Short Stop, in a Bentley soft top
Sharpstown bound, bout to shop till we drop
I can't stop, the cash keep calling
Like Lil' Troy, Slim Thug back to balling
No stalling uh-uh, I stay about that do'
And if you don't know, now you know nigga
[talking]
Slim Thugger, E.S.G
T.T., Short Stop, Boss Hogg Outlawz
Put it down, we back to balling
For the 2002, ha
(Pussy's a whole different aspect of life
Wars don't start if the country, if the country over there winning
Pussy is one of the most powerful things in the world
And a lot of people don't understand, how powerful pussy is
Pussy make niggaz blow their brains out, they bitch brains out
[talking]
Yeah, Slim Thugger, Boss Hogg Outlaws
Got plex, with the Boss, ha
Something you gotta deal with baby, ha, fa sho
[Slim Thug]
What's up motherfuckers, it's the show stopper Lil Yo dropper
Kappo popper, bout to break them off something proper
One man army, bout to make they summer stormy
I'ma handle every nigga, out here trying to harm me
Young Capo, bitch you ain't young no mo'
You a old man, why you still riding with Lil Yo
You need to get off Pac dick, and stop that copying shit
Boy you ain't no OG, over there in the bricks
Old hating ass nigga, talking bout you bust on me
I'll have Lil Yo, singing This Is For My Homies
I'm the fucking Boss, against all odds
Lil' Zane ass niggaz, y'all some broads and frauds
I'll pull your hoe card, snake skin ass bitch
I don't even know you nigga, so I'm making it quick
All I know, is that you rolling with two hoes
All you gay ass niggaz, need to get on your toes
[Hook]
Yeah, I'm serious
And this is one of 3:16
You bastards, I'm serious
This is only one of 3:16
Straight up, I'm serious
That was only one of 3:16
But check this shit out
[Slim Thug]
It's Slim T-H-U-G, about to wreck Big Pic
Fuck you and everybody, that you down with
You try to talk that hard shit, like you wanna come fight me
Knowing damn well, you wanna be just like me
Talking down on my click, I'ma back em up
You fuck with Sir or Doodie, and I'ma crack you up
Bitch you ain't in Swishahouse, sucker take off that piece
Quit trying to use that name, so you can sell in the streets
I saw that nigga A.D., and he didn't wanna speak
Well fuck you too, definition of weak
Take that fake ass earring, up out of your ear
Stop claiming up the street, you embarrassing your peers
Try that bullshit cougar, in the lake somewhere
Hating on me to a bitch, go play somewhere
Slim Thug says, you need to get off his dick
And Slim Thug says, you and Pic a bitch, motherfuckers
[Hook]
I'm serious
And this is two, of 3:16
You punks, I'm serious
This is two, of 3:16
Punk ass niggaz, I'm serious
This was two, of 3:16
16 number three
[Slim Thug]
So motherfuckers think, they can flow
But all of them niggaz, is some hoes
I got a lot of niggaz, that's down with me
But you bitch niggaz, shouldn't of clowned with me
Lil Yo, you say you looking cute in Polo shit
I heard your weak ass c.d., and it's bullshit
You gotta run to your hood, and beg em for help
You can't talk shit, and back it up for yourself
You hating on the Boss, trying to get you some wealth
But hating on me, is real bad for your health
I see your whole click, on 2Pac dick
Nursery rhyming ass nigga, you a lil' old bitch
Yeah I talk about my cars, I talk about my click
But bitch I wanna see you, try to put me on bricks
You better battle Lil Romeo, weak ass boy
I gave you street fame, old weak ass boy, remember that
[Hook]
You little motherfucker
I'm serious, and that was three of 3:16
For any niggaz, that wanna test
Come up and stress, these three motherfucking 16's
You can't fuck with it fool
We dropped three, of 3:16's
And ain't a motherfucker tight like this
We dropping three tight ass 3:16's
[talking]
Who they talking to man
These niggaz must of forgot
I know these niggaz man, I hung with these niggaz
Roll with these niggaz man
Did everything with these niggaz man
Helped them niggaz come up, the little they did
Ha, and they wanna turn they back on me and hate on me
Showed all them hoe ass niggaz nothing but love man
Let them niggaz borrow money to promote shows
And clothes and shit, you know I'm saying
He remember, turned your back on me mayn
All you niggaz is some hoes for that
Should of stayed down, and got paid with me
We all had the same chances, opportunities
[talking]
Uh uh, Boss Hogg Outlawz
You already know who this is baby
If you don't, listen-listen
[Slim Thug]
It's the big banker man, with my nigga Anka Man
Got the diamond wrist band, with the drank up in my hand
I ain't playing man, I'ma pour it and I know it
Gotta beat it like green, unless the Slim Thug blow it
I'm a under-hog hogger, candy-dog dogger
Ask Webster, who the definition-ball baller
A shot caller, I'm the Boss of my team
In a drop Prowler, tricked out with screens
Said Story, so now the pretty girls adore me
Had a lot of dime pieces but now, they just bore me
Pain before glory, was the lesson I learned
Never got shit free, everything was earned
It's like cause and effect, if you grind you shine
And if you don't you won't, keep that on your mind
I'm getting mine nigga, see I follow the rules
[Slim Thug:]
Slim Thugga, Muthafucka!
Now welcome to the city of game, piece & chains and swangs
Pop trunk and bang, yeah I'm still here mayne
Born and raised on the stead block, braids no dreadlocks
Married to the hood me and Scenic wood wedlock
Acres Homes my home, I'm a Nawf Side venteran
Reppin' H-Town, smokin', sippin' on some medicine
There ain't nobody better than the boss when I floss
It's Slim Thugga Muthafucka, still breakin' boys off
[Chamillionaire:]
Hmm, got plenty cheese, plenty carrots man we looking like some caterers
And it's looking like you haters and you fakes is immatating us
Shaded up, braided up and I bet that trunk be bladed up
Bet I'm still crawlin' on 4's, so they ain't fading us
In the hood I'm a grinder, wood on the vynil
TV, VCR lay back with'cha momma
You ain't never seen a grinder that grind the way I grind, huh?
Top on my drop missin' like Osama
[Hook:]
Still, still breakin boys off
Hmm, candy painted with the gloss
You can hate but that's the way a playa floss
Still breakin boys off
Hmm, getting money's what I'm bout, I'm a get it while these hataz just talk
Still breakin boys off
Hmm, gotta do it for the Nawf, got to do it for my hustlaz in the south
Still breakin boys off, boys off
Sill breakin boys off
And when I do it, I'm a do it like a boss
Still breakin boys off
[Mike Jones:]
MIKE JONES!
I still represent H-Town the city of the candy
They see me with a lotta cars, but they don't understand it
They said they never seen ya boy out here gettin' his grind on
Platinum Bentley take ya piggy, yeah I'm gettin' my shine on
I sold two million records now my paper on swoll
Now the mayor of the city, top down when I roll now
H-Town, Yeah, home of the candy paint
Home of the 84's and vogues and the purple drank
[Bun B:]
Yeah, it's the city that's slowed, the city that's throwed
The city where them boys flip they candy painted lows
The city where they blow big killa and stay blowed
And hustlin' ass D-boys got the game sold
Where they sip that pint (sip that pint) and drip that paint (drip that paint)
And drop that top (drop that top) and grip that grain (hold up)
6-10, I-10, 59, 45 & the belt
This clutch city where we play what we dealt
Welcome to H-Town
[Hook: Chamillionaire]
Still, still breakin boys off
Hmm, candy painted with the gloss
You can hate but that's the way a playa floss
Still breakin boys off
Hmm, getting money's what I'm bout, I'm a get it while these hataz just talk
Still breakin boys off
Hmm, gotta do it for the Nawf, got to do it for my hustlaz in the south
Still breakin boys off, boys off
Sill breakin boys off
And when I do it, I'm a do it like a boss
Still breakin boys off
[Paul Wall:]
Hustletown's my home, that's where I do my dirt
Where the gangstas smoke water with drank stains on the shirt
We ride swangin', chop bladez just to break boys off
From South Park to the South West all the way to that Nawf
I'm talking Tidwell and Carvadale and GreensPoint too
From Denver Harbor to West Airport all the way to Channelview
We steady bangin' on that screw, it's choppin' like Kung-Fu
Hit me on the 832, Paul Wall what it do baby!?
[Yung Redd:]
Hahaha
Nomtombot?
Purple so muddy I can bearly even drive
I'm blowin' down trees like a category 5
Southside of H-Town the heart of Sunny side
I walk these streets if I was blind, nomtombot?
Yung Redd, take ya out the future
Stars imitate swear to God work the jeweler
Robert Davis, Fat Pat, this for you
To my homie Big Hawk I salute
Mayne!
[Hook: Chamillionaire]
Still, still breakin boys off
Hmm, candy painted with the gloss
You can hate but that's the way a playa floss
Still breakin boys off
Hmm, getting money's what I'm bout, I'm a get it while these hataz just talk
Still breakin boys off
Hmm, gotta do it for the Nawf, got to do it for my hustlaz in the south
Still breakin boys off, boys off
Sill breakin boys off
And when I do it, I'm a do it like a boss
Still breakin boys off
[Lil Keke:]
H-O to the U-S., T-O to the N.
God bless me with the million dollar pen
See the grind money gangstas with they hand in the air
That Sunnyside and South Park I was raised out there
This is H-Town (H-Town), screwed up and slowed down
It's all love homie, keep rolling up the whole pound
Pull up in the monster just look at em hiding
Don Ke' heart of the south, slab ridin'
[Z-Ro:]
H.O.U.S.T.O.N., T.E.X.A.S.
We go get it and come back with it, until we take our last breath
From the city where our stadiums drop the top
Z-Ro the Crooked, my ghetto pass is good in any hood, any block they got
The white cup is for the codiene and the cigarillo is for the kush
If you want it, we got it kuz there's not a product we don't push
We used to be the dirty south, now we so dirty we filthy
So homie you must be touching it wrong if you don't feel me (don't feel me)
[Hook: Chamillionaire]
Still, still breakin boys off
Hmm, candy painted with the gloss
You can hate but that's the way a playa floss
Still breakin boys off
Hmm, getting money's what I'm bout, I'm a get it while these hataz just talk
Still breakin boys off
Hmm, gotta do it for the Nawf, got to do it for my hustlaz in the south
Still breakin boys off, boys off
Sill breakin boys off
And when I do it, I'm a do it like a boss
Still breakin boys off
[Mike D:]
Welcome to H-Town, this Third Ward talking
Coming down the slab like the fo's CRIP walking
Together we stand, divided we fall, yeah
North and the south together we ball
Fuck that, nigga it's a H-Town thang
Let me see ya touch the sky if ya feeling me mayne
It's Boss Hogg Carleon, nigga named Mike D
The drank man daddy, you know where to find me
[Big Pokey:]
State to state dawg, I got em jockin' a kid
Six backin out the driveway, dropping the weed
Y'all know we do it big, like a freightpounder rig
Got stashes full of cash where I keep the money hid
Fresh to def homie, how I came in the do
Prada shades on, smelling like a swanger of dro
Put ya H's up, represent ya city bro
Counting money, iced out, like I'm in a video
[Hook: Chamillionaire]
Still, still breakin boys off
Hmm, candy painted with the gloss
You can hate but that's the way a playa floss
Still breakin boys off
Hmm, getting money's what I'm bout, I'm a get it while these hataz just talk
Still breakin boys off
Hmm, gotta do it for the Nawf, got to do it for my hustlaz in the south
Still breakin boys off, boys off
Sill breakin boys off
And when I do it, I'm a do it like a boss
Still breakin boys off
[Rob G:]
Southwest put ya dubs up baby!, let's go!
Now welcome to the place I love, place I was, raised to be a G
It's striaght hang with thugs, jam my music slow & hold my H's up
Southwest S.W.A.T. I know the real dudes that move birds
I go to school early, baby blue Moon jersey
And riding around, southwest side of my town
Still reppin' my block, how ya likin me now?
It's from Sharpstown, Braeswood to Alief
Black and latins stackin' paper together, we stay deep
It's Rob G!
[Trae:]
Yeahh...
King Of The Streets and I roll around Houston ridin' 4's
Boys better chill 'fore this throw away leave they curtains closed (lights out)
I'm in a slab but I'm tippin it like a platinum Rolls
Suicide make the doors presidental when they decide to close (real talk)
They want the throne, but tell them haters that I got it locked (got it locked)
I shoot em, on the west, so whatever all the way to the block (dubs up)
I'm so hood it be the true definition of me
Ain't no way ya speak about the H without mentioning me
Tha Truth nigga!
[Hook: Chamillionaire]
Still, still breakin boys off
Hmm, candy painted with the gloss
You can hate but that's the way a playa floss
Still breakin boys off
Hmm, getting money's what I'm bout, I'm a get it while these hataz just talk
Still breakin boys off
Hmm, gotta do it for the Nawf, got to do it for my hustlaz in the south
Still breakin boys off, boys off
Sill breakin boys off
And when I do it, I'm a do it like a boss
Still breakin boys off
[Lil O:]
Yeah, Yeah, Yeah, Yeah!
Ay I'm from H-Town, southwest, stop drop and roll
If I chunk the dub up, the whole hood rock n roll
Braeswood, Woodfair, Clull creek, Spice Lane
West Bellville Fondren Airport, Sandpiper, stack change
I'm so H-Town there's codiene in my blood
And I done shot it out at war with the meanest of thugs
And you ain't never gotta ask if that's lean in my cup
I'm a triple O.G., S.U.C. nigga what!
It's Lil' O homie!
[Pimp C:] (RIP)
Now I'm from Port Arthur, Texas 90 miles away
For the last fifteen years, I been reppin' my state
I knew the real DJ Screw sipped grape by the case
Eight's over ice straight product of the H
Southside, I never was no big socializer
With Bun you can talk, I fuck with the boss
Like Thug and Prince, Silvia, Rome or Wrice
This game a pie I don't want it all I just need a slice
[Hook: Chamillionaire]
Still, still breakin boys off
Hmm, candy painted with the gloss
You can hate but that's the way a playa floss
Still breakin boys off
Hmm, getting money's what I'm bout, I'm a get it while these hataz just talk
Still breakin boys off
Hmm, gotta do it for the Nawf, got to do it for my hustlaz in the south
Still breakin boys off, boys off
Sill breakin boys off
And when I do it, I'm a do it like a boss
(Intro)
Fuck that nigga Slim! You the motherfucking boss!
(Chorus)
I call shots - like a boss
Stack knots - like a boss
Cop drops - like a boss
On top - like a boss
Paid Tha Cost - like Tha Bo$$
When I floss - like a boss
Big house - like a boss
Rep the North - like a boss
Who the boss nigga? Who the motherfucking boss?
Who the boss nigga? Who the motherfucking boss?
Who the boss nigga? Who the motherfucking boss?
Who the boss nigga? You see the motherfucking boss!
(Verse)
I'm Slim Thugger motherfucker! Tha Boss of all bosses
That's right! AKA - he who the King of the North is!
Wars won, no losses; who wanna compete?
With the chief of the police, who got the keys to the streets
I'm a full time hustler, part-time rhymer
I'm having thangs Pha-real (Pharrell) You punks ain't no Grinders
You fools just went to school and learned to use Pro Tools?
And tried to cop you a G, lose, on the ten o'clock news
You can't survive in my shoes or afford to pay my dues
Wit your cartoon crews, you niggaz destined to lose!
I'm rockin a mill man (?) sing crowds
And spend most of my weekends cruising above clouds
From the West to the Southway to the East Coast
I switch time zones more than ho's switch clothes
I was born to be on top (top), born to call shots (shots)
Born to cop drops and trick off fats knots, like a boss!
(Chorus)
I call shots - like a boss
Stack knots - like a boss
Cop drops - like a boss
On top - like a boss
Paid Tha Cost - like Tha Bo$$
When I floss - like a boss
Big house - like a boss
Rep the North - like a boss
Who the boss nigga? Who the motherfucking boss?
Who the boss nigga? Who the motherfucking boss?
Who the boss nigga? Who the motherfucking boss?
Who the boss nigga? You see the motherfucking boss!
(Verse)
Call me Sarge, I'm the head nigga in charge
You see the B on the 'Nage parked in the garage?
I'm the coach, I wrote them plays for my team
Hah! I'm the mastermind behind these teams wit green
I call all the shots, provide all the knots
Supply all the rocks and sponsor all the spots
I stay on the top floor, got the executive suite
Sit in the corner chair where me and my niggaz meet
Sport the Presendential Rolly, got a driver that drive
I don't open doors no more, he do it from outside
At the club, they lock off V.I.P. for me
And send bottle after bottle to my section for free
Hah! You see this rock hanging on my pinkie ring?
I'm respected in these streets, they treat me like a King
I get accepted like family, your house is my house
I guess that's why they call me - Slim Thug Tha Boss!
(Chorus)
I call shots - like a boss
Stack knots - like a boss
Cop drops - like a boss
On top - like a boss
Paid Tha Cost - like Tha Bo$$
When I floss - like a boss
Big house - like a boss
Rep the North - like a boss
Who the boss nigga? Who the motherfucking boss?
Who the boss nigga? Who the motherfucking boss?
Who the boss nigga? Who the motherfucking boss?
Who the boss nigga? You see the motherfucking boss!
(Chorus)
I call shots - like a boss
Stack knots - like a boss
Cop drops - like a boss
On top - like a boss
Paid Tha Cost - like Tha Bo$$
When I floss - like a boss
Big house - like a boss
Rep the North - like a boss
Who the boss nigga? Who the motherfucking boss?
Who the boss nigga? Who the motherfucking boss?
Who the boss nigga? Who the motherfucking boss?
Who the boss nigga? You see the motherfucking boss!
(Outro)
Fuck that! Y'all niggaz talking shit?!
Y'all come to the Northside
(*talking*)
Yeah, hell yeah, wanna fuck with the Boss huh
Show you bitch made ass niggaz
Slim Thugger, Boss Hogg Outlawz
(Slim Thug)
Mr. Buster, where the fuck you at
Can't box or lick, so you better get your gat
You niggaz some broads, for fucking your road dogs
The click you threw up with, label you blew you with
That's why we don't respect your ass
Now it's time for the Boss, to check your ass fool
Use to be homie, use to be my ace
Now I wanna slap the taste, out your mouth
Make you bow down, Lil' Yo
Hating on me, now I'm hating on you lil' hoe
Oh don't think I forgot, let J-Dog slide
Let Capo ride, just another homicide
Calling me, begging for cash
Dopefiend ass nigga, I get dead in your ass
You should of stayed down, and got paid for verses
But now he ol' broke, bank snatching purses
Stealing cell phone, plumbing for money
You ain't no real G, you's a crash dummy
Talking that killa shit, bitch do what you do
(*gun shots*)
(*talking*)
F**k Northstar, you old bitch ass, midget ass nigga
Get off my motherf**king dick, f**k Big Ballin
You old bootlegging, old weak ass, trash ass, hoe ass niggas
(Hook)
(y'all) you niggas fell off (niggas)
My niggas run the North (are)
You can't f**k with the Boss
(trash) here come another loss
(Slim Thug)
Brace yourself, for the main event from the Boss
Every hater that cross the Boss, gon get crossed out
Another loss on they record, them broke niggas insane
Y'all need to get together, and be the We Hate Slim Thug gang
Talking down on my name, so I'm punishing fools
I understand why y'all hating, y'all got nothing to lose
I got a lot to lose but f**k it, I won't lose my respect
The more I start getting checks, the more they start having plex
They do this shit to sell records, everybody telling me
They might get a lil money, but not more than me
Like Roy Jones and Hopkins, ain't no 60-40 deal
I'm getting 90 they get 10, and gotta split it still
That mean these niggas still broke, Street Fame still won't get sold
They the definition of weak, not the definition of thoed
And to that other big bitch, by the name of Big Pic
He certified garbage, you can't f**k with me trick
(ready, aim, fire), I'm bout make these haters retire
Get a job at Mcdonalds, dick suckers for hire
Boss Hogg and PIE, we running these streets
Got beef, my heat'll have you run in the streets
Calling police saying laws, come get them Outlaws
They left me in the desert, in nothing but my draws
Bitch we raw, whether you believe it or not
Come in my face with that plex, and you won't leave back out
(Hook)
(*talking*)
Old bitch ass nigga, you gon have to graduate
A couple of mo' classes to f**k with me, ha
(Hook)
(Slim Thug)
Correct me if I'm wrong, anywhere in this song
The same nigga who stole your cash, is who's c.d. you on
What happened to I made them niggas, and they stole from me
You never was acting, nigga you is funny
I peeped your gay ways, way back in the days
Hiding in Austin you cried, and wouldn't rap on stage
All your fans was like man, this lil nigga a bitch
When he can't get his way, he quick to pitch a fit
I'ma do this I'ma do that, well what's stopping you Yo
I saw you and Young Cappo, at the corner sto'
On you niggas corner, while I was talking to 50/50
If you wanted me so bad, why the f**k you ain't get me
Y'all look dead in my face, saw me in broad day
When I got behind you niggas car, you went the other way
Talking bout you gon hurt me, what your hurter broke
Last time I saw Big Pic, that bitch spoke
And North lying, trying to blame everything on chop
Bitch I know you bootlegging, let the lies stop
You don't sell enough c.d.'s, to buy you a car
Help Lil' Yo bootleg, so he can get a Northstar
You hollin' bring it to the ring, like you can knock me out
While you standing straight up, I'll stick my dick in your mouth
Midget ass nigga, comb your nappy ass hair
You shop in the boys section, wear cartoon underwear
Don't make me tie your dirty ass up, and give you a bath
You looking like a lil dope fiend, out on the Ave
Talking bout I'm trying to plea barging, with your O.G
Bullshit bitch, your O.G. is me
Call me O.G. Slim Thug, bitch ass nigga
I might be young, but bitch I'm a rich ass nigga
And I'ma keep dogging your hoe ass, till you apologize
(Intro)
Fuck that nigga Slim! You the motherfucking boss!
(Chorus)
I call shots - like a boss
Stack knots - like a boss
Cop drops - like a boss
On top - like a boss
Paid Tha Cost - like Tha Bo$$
When I floss - like a boss
Big house - like a boss
Rep the North - like a boss
Who the boss nigga? Who the motherfucking boss?
Who the boss nigga? Who the motherfucking boss?
Who the boss nigga? Who the motherfucking boss?
Who the boss nigga? You see the motherfucking boss!
(Verse)
I'm Slim Thugger motherfucker! Tha Boss of all bosses
That's right! AKA - he who the King of the North is!
Wars won, no losses; who wanna compete?
With the chief of the police, who got the keys to the streets
I'm a full time hustler, part-time rhymer
I'm having thangs Pha-real (Pharrell) You punks ain't no Grinders
You fools just went to school and learned to use Pro Tools?
And tried to cop you a G, lose, on the ten o'clock news
You can't survive in my shoes or afford to pay my dues
Wit your cartoon crews, you niggaz destined to lose!
I'm rockin a mill man (?) sing crowds
And spend most of my weekends cruising above clouds
From the West to the Southway to the East Coast
I switch time zones more than ho's switch clothes
I was born to be on top (top), born to call shots (shots)
Born to cop drops and trick off fats knots, like a boss!
(Chorus)
I call shots - like a boss
Stack knots - like a boss
Cop drops - like a boss
On top - like a boss
Paid Tha Cost - like Tha Bo$$
When I floss - like a boss
Big house - like a boss
Rep the North - like a boss
Who the boss nigga? Who the motherfucking boss?
Who the boss nigga? Who the motherfucking boss?
Who the boss nigga? Who the motherfucking boss?
Who the boss nigga? You see the motherfucking boss!
(Verse)
Call me Sarge, I'm the head nigga in charge
You see the B on the 'Nage parked in the garage?
I'm the coach, I wrote them plays for my team
Hah! I'm the mastermind behind these teams wit green
I call all the shots, provide all the knots
Supply all the rocks and sponsor all the spots
I stay on the top floor, got the executive suite
Sit in the corner chair where me and my niggaz meet
Sport the Presendential Rolly, got a driver that drive
I don't open doors no more, he do it from outside
At the club, they lock off V.I.P. for me
And send bottle after bottle to my section for free
Hah! You see this rock hanging on my pinkie ring?
I'm respected in these streets, they treat me like a King
I get accepted like family, your house is my house
I guess that's why they call me - Slim Thug Tha Boss!
(Chorus)
I call shots - like a boss
Stack knots - like a boss
Cop drops - like a boss
On top - like a boss
Paid Tha Cost - like Tha Bo$$
When I floss - like a boss
Big house - like a boss
Rep the North - like a boss
Who the boss nigga? Who the motherfucking boss?
Who the boss nigga? Who the motherfucking boss?
Who the boss nigga? Who the motherfucking boss?
Who the boss nigga? You see the motherfucking boss!
(Chorus)
I call shots - like a boss
Stack knots - like a boss
Cop drops - like a boss
On top - like a boss
Paid Tha Cost - like Tha Bo$$
When I floss - like a boss
Big house - like a boss
Rep the North - like a boss
Who the boss nigga? Who the motherfucking boss?
Who the boss nigga? Who the motherfucking boss?
Who the boss nigga? Who the motherfucking boss?
Who the boss nigga? You see the motherfucking boss!
(Outro)
Fuck that! Y'all niggaz talking shit?!
Y'all come to the Northside
Swag, bitch I'm fresh about the bag
Every time you see me I be fresh about the tag
I keep a dough 50, keep them hoes on, yeah,
That's right, I keep a fly ride to keep them saying it's the shit
Stay clean I'm a ocd nigga, don't get it twisted
Cause I kick it, I'm a g nigga
Say you fly, you ain't g6 nigga, that's me nigga
Build a stack, and the shoe 2g's nigga
See nigga, my swag got your budget
And you ain't gotta like it, but your bitch sure love it
It's nothing, it's nothing, it's nothing when you hustling
I sat ocd, so stay the fuck away from me
It's for the stacks, dubs for the women
All on deck, g is I'm living
I'm a street nigga, with a lot of green
Stupid with a bunch of gwap, that mean I got swag
Bitch we turned up, these niggas cut down
Oh that's your man yo, he's just a buzz now
I'm a street nigga, with a lot of green
Stupid with a bunch of gwap, that mean I got swag
Real nigga, one hundred, 99 they adding up
Chase the paper I'm speed nigga,
Looking back when I pass you up
Now pass the cups, I'm leaning
2 zips I'm dreaming, with a bad bitch
Your last bitch, she mine now cause I cashed yeah
I'm talking money, you're talking slow, they all ears
I'm talking more, your pockets [?] they speechless
What the fuck are you talking for?
Fresh like a hotdog plastic, stuck on the ground like...
Pedal to the floor, I'm mashing
And that red coupe look like ammo
Street nigga not know sesame, money making my recipe
Garlic weed and that french toast, making bread my specialty
All I do is count like Dracula, get more, get more, stack it up
Money make a [?] freaky
Reverse, reverse, back it up,
She wine fine [?] my neck, my fist like Colorado
Rocky nigga, I'm Stallone
Serve my [?] my cologne [?] nigga
Run that bitch like they do
Money my main your ex bitch
Running that [?] like [?] boo
It's for the stacks, dubs for the women
All on deck, g is I'm living
I'm a street nigga, with a lot of green
Stupid with a bunch of gwap, that mean I got swag
Bitch we turned up, these niggas cut down
Oh that's your man yo, he's just a buzz now
I'm a street nigga, with a lot of green
Stupid with a bunch of gwap, that mean I got swag
Grim [?] that fly, bitch you know I'm that guy
Candy tripping with my whip look like it just got baptized
Beating at the truck, you niggas see me when I pass by
I'm super tight, don't ask why [?]
Gucci belt on my [?] bitches saying I'm pretty
Fat ass and them titties, got her coming out her [?]
Bitches be coming and bitches be going,
They loving the way that a nigga be flowing
I'm spitting the game and it's getting them open
I put my peninsula up in her ocean
[?] bitch I'm swanging in your lane
Mad because they screaming Nelly [?] and not your name
My money growing on [?] them stones [?]
We somewhere naked [?] I know things
It's for the stacks, dubs for the women
All on deck, g is I'm living
I'm a street nigga, with a lot of green
Stupid with a bunch of gwap, that mean I got swag
Bitch we turned up, these niggas cut down
Oh that's your man yo, he's just a buzz now
I'm a street nigga, with a lot of green
[Chorus: x2]
Got bitches, got money
Laughin' at them haters cause they lookin so funny
Laughin' at them haters cause they lookin so bummy
Get where I'm at before you talk down, chummy
[Verse 1:]
They call me Mr. Slim Thugga, mothafucker
When I'm on the beats I go raw no rubber
When I'm on a freak I go deep when I cut her
Stay up, can't sleep, gotta get rid of this butter
Fuck some bread, I'm lookin' for some head
She say she go hard but she'd rather fuck instead
Thugga bust the pussy open, beat it 'til it's broken
5 minutes later I'm in my Camaro smokin'
Hoes say I'm heartless, ladies say I'm nice
Met her last night and I already fucked her twice
Hog life, get bitches get money
You niggas pockets on flat ridin on dummy
Hustle hard, I'm tryna live large
Grindin' 'til the Bugatti get parked in my garage
Got a thick round chick givin' my dick a massage
But my iPod playin slow jams at the [?]
[Chorus x2]
[Verse 2:]
Hog life, appetite for mo'
I Can't stop all I know is how to go
One one like Drizzy, bitches keep me busy
Smoke that sticky icky 'til my head get dizzy
In the club like "who is she? " I haven't seen her face
Hour later, she comin' to see my place
That fast in a flash out of blast
Titties look pretty with a supersize ass
Smash then I dash, only stayin' if she payin'
Part time pimp, part time rhyme layin
I'm so not, you so soft
Boys talkin' down but they don't want it with the boss
I got shooters like Dirk, don't miss
Cross the line, 3 fingers up, you're hit
Make your bitch ass get low like a kick
B.H.O. ho we takin over this bitch
[Hook:]
We from the city of them riders
Born to die but we was raised to be survivors, (for the rest of my life)
Yeah is always some shit I wanna change
I look around man it's gon always stay the same, for the rest of my life
Yeah we boght them drugs and...
It's fucked up nigga I'm a proud of it, for the rest of my life
Yeah this shit is hell let them tell it
But it make me so forever I'm a weapon (for the rest of my life)
Thug till I die won't let nobody change me
Seen a lot of niggas switch up but I'm still the same
Ain't try to be like y'all, y'all niggas lying
I came in the game of G and that's how I'm gonna remain
Always stay the same I don't even know how to change
You think I give a damn about the shit they call fame
When I was there broke none of these hoes want to fuck me
But now you say you love me when I'm suppose to feel lucky
When I was there broke I ain't had as many friends
Not everybody cool since I all got some mens
They real so long I can pick when you fake
You niggas ain't one hundred I see it in your face
I'm an H-town weed smoking country nigga with money
And keep a bunch of bad bitches and stay stunning
Hogg life I'm a live it till I'm dead and I'm a be this way until I die I go fade
[Hook]
Grown man shit I don't need your hand out
This nigga try to fit in well fuck it then I'm a stand up
Niggas call for fakes but fuck it homie I rain out
Never call this lucky this shit was something I played out
The underdog is heading to the top half the black
Kicking in doors they think they got a luck
Never stop niggas is shaq they never had a shot
Same once chaine in the crowd hoping that you fly
I'll never change and give my soul to this fake shit
Fake that, fake hugs, fake bitches, fake love
Fake this and fake that knowing with my faith... only one above is the only one can judge
And I thought I never... in the truck got the Top
Missing everything there's something I'm gonna remain
And I better still boe when they take me out the game
[Hook]
These niggas leave in contradiction
I contemplate if I wasn't in this position
I wonder if niggaz will give a fuck how I was living on
Not at all
No probably be on the block
Probably die for what I' m sayin like pac was shooted shot
These streets tell me I'm next probably not
[Chamillionaire]
My life
My life, really feelin hard times
Lookin out my window, holdin my weapon like Malcolm X and
And it seems I'm over-stressin, feelin like hatin is your profession
And I know a couple Texans that got killed for over-reppin
So I never be oversteppin boundaries bounded to my weapon
When they ask me how I'm doin, I just tell 'em "I'm doin super"
I got a date with Destiny, allow me to introduce ya
Her little sister Fate told me I'm gon' be the future
And legacy's everything to a Martin Luther King Koopa
This recession is so pathetic, got me feelin like I'm athletic
And success tryna get away from me and I ain't tryna let it
When they told that Pimp was gone, my reply was "I don't get it"
And I'm still havin trouble believin it happened the way they said it
Had to cut some partners off, swear to y'all it ain't my fault
I've been grown since I was seven and I was born to be a boss
But I know there's a bunch of haters tryna see me take a loss
So I be sleepin with one eye open and put cameras in my vault
I've been thinkin and gettin deep and they tryna tell I been preachin
But I know that they can't see how much of the world that I be reachin
So stop reachin, stop leachin, I'ma fade 'em out like bleach and
In the spots where they can't get out to is the spots I visit frequent
Europe to UK and Germany, travellin currently
Made so much in millions that I could cash out in eternity
Accustomed to hittin customs with that duffle full of currency
When God created hustle, looked at the world and he inserted me... Koopa
[Hook: Chamillionaire X4]
I'm just livin my life, so cold
In the streets so I'm takin it slow
[Trae]
Uh, yeah
I'll tell you my story, I only speak the truth homie
It a terrible situation, throwed on the curb within the hands of time
But since I'm blistery breathing I guess a nigga livin fine
I live a life that's filled with dramatistic people cryin
And since the hood depend on me, they'll never lose a hand of mine (I gotcha)
I'm paralysed when it come to the good times, I'm used to the pain
Feelin like a bum under the bridge, I'm so used to the rain
Anything I do is from the heart so it reflect my name
Forgive me for my sins father, I feel like I'm goin insane
Media criticising me for checking niggas, fuck it, oh well
I just wasn't raised a little pussy disrespected nigga
I'm tryna live on my own by the ways of a gangster
So every time I leave out I pray so I'm prayin for a gangster
It's bad enough the world we livin in all about money
Since we runnin out I choose to believe it ain't nothin funny
I've been stabbed in my back so much I deal with it
I'm tryna kick it with my life before heaven come chill with it
[Hook X4]
[Slim Thug]
Last year was a hard one but life goes on
Thinkin bout my nigga Pimp while I write this song
And the list goes on, all my niggas is gone
I'm tired of hearin bad news, scared to pick up my phone
Got a call, my nigga Eddy died from Acres home
Just seen him at my video shoot, now that shit wrong
Kelvo, Arborea, even my girl ShantZ
I just heard word she got stabbed to death today
Dear Lord, I pray that you take away the pain
From their family and their friends, please help us change
Still warm my niggas sleep dog, stessle and stank
My girl Dee Dee, they got me pourin out my drank
It's fucked up, all my friends is dead or in the pen
Seem like soon as your life begin it's beginning to end
I'm frustrated, but you gotta smile, your time is dated
You never know when showin your love might be related, hah
Who the fuck these niggaz talking to man
These niggaz talking down on me mayn
Man, let me wreck this lil' midget ass nigga
Don't one of them hoe ass niggaz got a skin disease
Or something mayn, man I'm fin to tear they
Whole motherfucking label up
This the Boss Slim Thugger baby, hit em up
Fuck em ha, shouldn't of fucked with me boy
[Slim Thug]
First I'll fuck Lil Yo, and the label you claim
You bitch made gay nigga, I gave you the game
You only got some street fame, cause you was rolling with me
Trying to follow the footsteps, of Slim T-H-U-G
And all along, I use to think I did something wrong
But fuck that, some niggaz just belong in thoughts
Talking bout a nigga left you, bitch you ain't my girlfriend
If I didn't, I'd be in the same position you in
He say he moved up out the hood, is that what he think
He moved a half a mile up the street, on Gulfbank
You still staying with your mama, how you call yourself a rapper
If you acting like you broke, you's a hell of a actor
Who the fuck you think you are, bitch I'm the Northstar
Your whole record label, can't fuck with me by far
Motherfuck a Black Mario, that's your G
You 26 selling dope, but can't move OZ
J Dogg you ain't a Hogg, so I stripped off your title
Waterhead ass nigga, is Pookie your idol
You on some dope fiend shit, stop begging me for money
Go get a ride Lil Yo, and tell him give you something dummy
You fell off, whole label getting wrecked by the Boss
Northstar and Stomp Down, just took another loss
Before I quit, I can't forget about that other bitch
Fuck A.D., and that bootlegging bitch Pic
That's some bullshit talking, super weak ass niggaz
Telling lies, everytime you try to speak trash nigga
Gotta bootleg my c.d.'s, cause y'all shit don't sell
Wanna battle with the Boss, all you bitch niggaz fail, I hit em up
[Hook]
Leave the North, when you see the Boss
Get broke off, when you see the Boss
Try to do me, but they far from ready
Northstar and Big Ballin', ain't got no feddy, I hit em up
Close your mouth, when you see the Boss
Change your route, when you see the Boss
Try to do me, but they far from ready
Northstar and Big Ballin', ain't got no feddy, I hit em up
[talking]
That's how you spose' to hit a motherfucker up Lil Yo
You niggaz getting on tracks like this, you gotta get ready
You know I'm saying, and Big Pic
I'ma let my lil' dogs, ride on your hoe ass
[Doodie]
Get out the way Slim, get out the way Slim
And let me, address this bitch
They keep talking bullshit, I pack bullets that flip
Into a big bitch, by the name of Big Pic
Making this a rap again, quick to snatch another win
Let's see the shit you talk, with a nine under your chin
Your kin wanna sin, your mouth got you in trouble
Healthy zig-zag, trash ass motherfucker
I speak and don't stutter, never biting my tongue
Street sweeping your crumbs, leaving holes in your lungs
Dropping bombs like Viet, I done peeped you nigga
Southpaw that's raw, while I'm sleeping nigga
Steady chasing big figgas, while your bitch ass knock me
Don't steal my style, cause you known to copy
It's about to get sloppy, you can't fuck with me
Let the game go, so we can rest in peace
You keep fucking with me, you in peace with the rest
Releasing my tech, because you got a hole in your chest
You're whining about these checks, all you game is garbage
Treat your rap like shit, flush it down the toilet
Who the hell done farted, oh that's Pic's bullshit
Bitch suck more dick, then a porno flick
I'm a faggot you wish, nigga place your bids
I'm about to do you dirty, like R. Kelly do kids
One minute my nig', the Big Ballin' done got bucked
Big mouth done got shut, it's Doodie I hit em up
[talking]
Ha, now y'all tell me who won
They see me, they run ha
[Sir Daily]
Fa sho Slim, Sir Daily make these niggaz retire
Whining ass cry babies, need to have pacifiers
Grown men acting like kids, jealous and shit
But if you cross us in the streets, we putting lead in your clit
Hundred rounds spit buckers, ain't no testing the tougher
Watts stuck you like a pussy, so who's next to fuck you
Sir Daily a crash dummy, you a liar that's false
Any nigga believe in that, must be sniffing that soft
I go off at anytime, ain't no stealing my shine
Hoe ass nigga wanna hate, cause they feeling my rhymes
I never apologize, to the day that I die
And when I die I'ma be gangsta, with no tears in my eyes
From the cradle to the grave, we stay be gangsta ways
With the Boss Slim stays, cutting paving the way
Ain't never known to play, you out of line and out of touch
Everytime them Outlaws touch the mic, you get crushed
You a fucker boy thoed, nigga bleeding red blood
You will never hear him say, Sir Daily got hugged
Cause I go hard nigga, no fraud nigga
Hook:
Loving you is cool,
But getting money is the only thing that's on my mind
I don't know what to do, but hustle
I've been living on the street if I'm not on my grind!
I'm doing the best I can, I need you to understand
To be on my side!
It's a hell of sacrifice, I'm chasing this cash for life
It's a long, long ride!
It's a long ride, a lot of lonely nights
Might be a lot of fuckers, for I finally get it right
G, I hope I'm worth it, cause G, you ain't perfect
All them Gucci and Louis purses, I hope you deserve this!
Stay down, only weak bitches lay down
We can't afford to just walk away from this pay now
I'm shipping shit through taking that kind of chance
To be locked up, but you rocked up living in many mansions!
All gotta get it if it's good
Niggas who get end up back in the hood
If I lost it all, I probably lose you
So if it's paper on the table, I can chose you!
Hook:
Loving you is cool,
But getting money is the only thing that's on my mind
I don't know what to do, but hustle
I've been living on the street if I'm not on my grind!
I'm doing the best I can, I need you to understand
To be on my side!
It's a hell of sacrifice, I'm chasing this cash for life
It's a long, long ride!
Oh, if my pockets on flat, I can't enjoy you, baby
Doing anything without running to me, it's just annoying, baby!
I know you love looking at that satellite TV
Them other niggas shit off, you'll have to look at them DVDs
If you ain't trying to hold your hand and take a walk in the park
I really get my hustle on, so we don't have to talk in the dark
And fuck a I ain't give up my.. like that
I'll be got damn if I.. the recession, pin me like that
If I go to jail is bail money
It's your red bottom, it's Channel money
Plus the mortgage, fuck more deal money
You smell good, but our brother smell money!
..it's a football field, and I swear I'mma run in back
So sick to.. for me to come back with that money, babe!
Hook:
Loving you is cool,
But getting money is the only thing that's on my mind
I don't know what to do, but hustle
I've been living on the street if I'm not on my grind!
I'm doing the best I can, I need you to understand
To be on my side!
It's a hell of sacrifice, I'm chasing this cash for life
It's a long, long ride!
Uh, I don't wanna be just news, baby
I wanna be the hot topic
He laughed the everyday of my life, but the hell is a hot
Catch your case is all good, I had to now I got to drop it
Come home, keep fucking you until you say,
H-Town what it do
ROZAY!
I got a Chevy, got a Benz
Got a connect he keep me straight
I think he's Mexican
It's time to show these niggas how we do it
HUH! It's time to show these niggas how we do it
HUH! I'm counting paper and I'm running through it
HUH! I'm counting paper and I'm running through it
HUH! Just bought a Benz still got a paper tag
I'm on my paper chase racing where the paper at
WOO! Money bags stacked on top my money bags
Work guarantee or come and get your money back
Bummy clothes hoes used to laugh at us
Now I close deals like I'm athletic
I used to fail math as an adolescent
Leave a nigga close casket just to sent a message
Big money bitch, I'm still talking stacks
She ain't with me fucking, fuck her she walking back
30 cars and I got my lawyer [?]
Killing the game damn I think I need my lawyer here 2x
It's time to show these niggas how we do it
HUH! It's time to show these niggas how we do it
HUH! I'm counting paper and I'm running through it
HUH! I'm counting paper and I'm running through it
THUGGA! It's time to show these niggas how we do it
HA! It's time to show these how we do it
HA! I'm counting paper and I'm running through it
THUGGA! I'm counting paper and I'm running through it
I got stupid money
Make a bitch fall in love call that Cupid money
'Vette dropped on deuce dubs it's that coupish money
I'm talking 'bout a whole club brought me through with money money? money
Stacks tall on my wall stand about my height
Hit the club spend 20 grand in one night
The type of money that let me buy everything I like
The type of money have your bitch first class flight
Long paper shit stretch like a limousine
Groan paper keep a nigga looking super clean
Jewelry box got a mil' worth of stones in it
Can buy 5 550's with this pendant
Boss bread coming in more than I can spend
Me and Ricky Ross 'bout to pay the cost again
Baby seen the Bent' says she want to take a spin
I got a swimming pool full of (drink)
them pence of the (drink), the purple (drink)
we pow up (drink), I'm smoking (drink)
cup full of (drink), I'm leanin (drink), I'm leanin
Tell the fake try to stop but I can't
them cups keep callin and this causin me a bank
we mud sip a zip every day we pow up a..
leanin hard on the voy doing what you can
ain't another nigga fresh, Louie is out the dress
'cause I'm farm with them compress I'ma last to be like I'm chest
now aside flow record twelve years in going
green still going chain in ring still..
now aside flow record twelve years in going
green still growin chain in ring stil..
Showin boy is time to hustle, it's time to boast up
teen carry.. make you put you cross up
comin down I cross around and coming down in them Boris
purple late where I'm blurin now we're big creep we're touring
so dough when I'm on the road you know I like to party
I've been drinking drinks since you was drinking bodies
been duggin can't nobody tell em nothin
I bet to grown man since I had to start..
In the pool full of (drink)
them pence of the (drink), the purple (drink)
we pow up (drink), I'm smoking (drink)
cup full of (drink), I'm leanin (drink), I'm leanin
I got a pipe full of purple I'ma cruise in it
get it hugging on them corners like a fit it
sipping on that back it got me itchin
rolling up the stint got me looking fake busy
shout out to my city, I'm all about the H
like the ermade on her waste, little mama know my taste
she been tryin sip a case I just really need a 8
I remember pen 15 dollars for an ace
now the shitty is out of rate
make my home and sin the package out of state
on the sneak shit I'm waiting on the mill man as we speak
me and shawty sip and all got me going straight to sleep
yes I ride it me in dreams try do this every week
little jade with me couple straight 50's
20s on the bottom we could clean up baby bottom
in an hour get you shawty I bet she being naughty
I'm bout to make you chillin powing for me
I got a swimming pool full of (drink)
them pence of the (drink), the purple (drink)
we pow up (drink), I'm smoking (drink)
cup full of (drink), I'm leanin (drink), I'm leanin
Called in kind of sore, cup money like a sore
twenty as Vanilla cream, mix it with a four
add it money every single soda in the store
I've been drinking for 50 days straight like is a tour
sipping till I snore wake up and sip some more
straight to the medulla I don't measure I just pour
dowdy in the cabin is from switches in the door
and my mate come tomorrow you can ash it on the floor
I'll be leaning like the seaside throw like her shot
smoking on that brand cushing I'm bout as high as three time
best get out of my rebox, drink the beer what a be not
I got my kicks some months ago you getting yours on re-stock
my Rolex don't tic-tac, my day just as me condition
my AP is A1, your U up got a diamond mission
fuck the haters and fuck the system
all day on my hustle mission
my eyes low and bad vision, and did I mentioned I'm sipping on it
I got a swimming pool full of (drink)
them pence of the (drink), the purple (drink)
we pow up (drink), I'm smoking (drink)
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