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Boss Hogg Outlawz
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(featuring Slim Thug, Chris Ward & Sir Daily) (*talking*) Slim Thugger uh, Boss Hogg Outlawz We be the Boyz N Blue nigga, we be the Boyz N Blue [Slim Thug] Mic check 1-2, 1-2 Residing the Boss, of the Boyz N Blue Young Slim T, H-you to the G Bout to get this shit jumping, like it's 'pose to be I keep the dro close to me, stays in the party mode And get thoed, when the hand of Bacardi hold We like the kind, that blow pound for pound Rolling town to town, Boss Hogg with the top down Surround sound, got the streets on hit And all the bopping hoes, on dick And all the hating niggaz sick, cause we blew up quick Same boys that we grew up with, trying to get the shit That Slim get, cause Slim's the shit And so is his click, and so is his chick We blast off fast, shot from cross the bricks So when you see me rolling, in my drop top Caddy Throw your peace sign, and say hey pimp daddy [Hook - 2x] What you know about, them Dirty South Hoggs What you know about, them young Outlawz What you know about, my gangsta crew ha What you know about, them Boyz N Blue nigga [Chris Ward] Off top bitch, you know who C. Ward Mobstyle, and with them Boyz N Blue It's the yellow bone puller, from the Yellowstone Boule' You know me, and what I stay gon full of Blazing and dazing, off that purple dank Sometimes leaning and codeine'ing, off that purple drank I'm bout to introduce you, to the syrup and soda Cause y'all know how we do, we put our syrup in soda Your girl controller, smell this fresh herb I rolled up When you smoke you choke, and your eyes look swoll up They call me Chris Ward, I know you heard the name It's common like catching a Colombian, with a bird of caine I'm hot, so hot I could burn a flame You ought to listen to me Watts, now you could learn some thangs When I'm perving mayn, I swerve through lanes Blessing the ghettos, with my gutter herb and slang It's M. O. B. Style, I need not go no further mayn Why rain on em, when I could form a hurricane nigga [Hook - 2x] [Sir Daily] Now I'm a young money maker, down low cake baker Break a hoe like a pimp, cause I'm not your savior Paint wet like a sailor, when I'm flipping in gator Turn the page on you haters, never trusting you traitors All these hoes trying to date us, see we richer with vapor Young nigga getting money, never missing my paper Snakes dwelling in my yard, laying low and waiting I'ma break off the breaker, cause I know they hating Throwing bows till I fold, ain't no escaping Show's over do's closed, I'm a pro at breaking These tracks, how you think I got these stacks Hustle on the block, moving my cheese packs Busting at the cops, fool I squeeze gats Thugging till I'm out, like Roxenette I'm busting on your mouth, if you stop green backs It's rugged down South, so we crawl clean Lacs [Hook - 4x]
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