Boss Hogg Outlawz Album

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Motherfuckers

Boss Hoggin'
Im Boss Hoggin'

Im Out Before The Sunrise Pullin Out My Supplies
I Got Hustle In My Eyes Cant Let The Cash Die
Im A Boss Hog Outlaw Chasin My Stacks
Wether Weed Or C.D's Or Keys Of Crack,
I Gotta Get It, Bein Broke? A Nigga Aint With It
Show Slim The Target And I Promise I Hit It
I Spit It For The Real G's Who Be Out On The Grind
Who Hustle Cuz' Dollar Signs Is All They Got On They Mind

Get Your Money Nigga, If You Dont Someone Will
I Cant Depend On A Record Deal For A Meal,
Ima' Make It For My Mother, One Way Or The Other,
I Never Did Like Snakes So I Got Out The Gutter.
I Made It Now, Thats Why Slim The Most Hated Now.
No More Livin In The Hood We Done Upgraded Now,
And They Say How Did You Survive Livin On The North Side,
In The City Where The Skinny Niggas Die.
Tell Momma Dont Cry,
Cuz Even If They Kill Me They Can Never Take The Hustle From A Young G.

Im Boss Hoggin'
All My G's In Texas On The Grind Know What Im Talkin' About
Im Boss Hoggin'

Get This Motherfuckin' Money Nigga'
Chea'
You Know How The South Do It Mang...Motherfucker.

Pockets Still On Swole
Got Alotta Niggas Hurtin', Hate To See A Young G
That Be Get What He Deservin'
Im A Soldier So I Cant Let These Haters Stop Me
It Feel Like The Whole World Tryin Baller-Block Me
I Got Cameras Around My Eyes, I Cant Sleep
When Red Lights In My Street Im Reachin For My Heat, Nigga.
I Be Damned If These H.B.D's Or F.B.D's Or So Called G's Take A Nigga Down With Ease.
If I Go Ima Go Out Swingin,
And If I Go, Ima Go With The A.K Ringin'.
Id Rather Die Makin Money Than Live Poor Legal,
As I Sell Last Signs Of This Motherfuckin Kilo.

Im Gettin Mine In A Major Way, I Took Your Biatch, Cuz Im Paid.
You Other Motherfuckers Ballin'
With Me N' My Boss Hogg Outlaws.

We Boss Hoggin'

This Went Out To Every Nigga In The Motherfuckin Trap On The Corner,
With Them Blocks And Them Motherfukin Rocks Mang,
Tryin To Get It, You Know What Im Sayin, I Did This Shit For Y'all.

And To My Niggas In The Motherfuckin Streets,
Turn This Motherfukin Song Up,
Let Me Hear Your Beat,
Cuz Your Ridin With The Rawest Motherfucker Ever Born,
He Wants To Hear This Song, Im One Deep Me 'n My Chrome.
Let It Be Known, ??? ,
Im Slim Thugga Motherfucka
The One Who Told You The Way To Ball,
I Stand Tall For The Boss Crew, Stack Knots And Call Shots Like A Boss Do,
Cross Me? Now Its A Must I Cross You, You Whole Future Is What Thats Gonna Cost You.
Somebody Shoulda' Taught You Better, You Fukin With A Trend Setter,
Thats Gotta Do Whatever When It Omes To The Cheddar.
Touch Me And Ima Touch You,
If You Try To Bust Me We Gonna Bust You
If Somebody Fuk With Me We Gonna Fuck With You,
Nuf Said Little Punk Motherfucker, Do What You Do.

Its Layed Out, I Got All My Killers, Paid Out,
Come On Pussy Ass Nigga You Cant Fuck With The Boss.

Im Boss Hoggin'
All Motherfuckin Day Long, Stay Strong Nigga.
Im Boss Hoggin'

[*talking*]
G'eah, it's time to pull them slabs out mayn
It's slab season, that boy Mr. Lee act a fool with this one
Northside where ya at, Southside where ya at
The East/West where ya at mayn, it's time to get your shine on mayn
Pull the candy out on them boys, holla at em Thug [Thugga]

[Slim Thug]
I'm taking off down the run way, broad day Sunday
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Haters looking at me, I ain't playing I will gun play
Hand on my grain, while I'm swinging on the one way
Boppers everywhere, I see it'll be a fun day
I might as well stay up all night, till it's Monday
My shit'll prolly end up, where my son stay
Got baby mama drama, cause the bitch driving a Hyundai
And I got a Rolls, G's up hoes
Still down till I'm down, watch me act a damn clown
In the cleanest shit around, making mo'****ers frown
I been flipping through my town, trying to see what the ****'s up
Boss city ballers, bitch niggaz get your bucks up
Got a king ranch, that'll make you put your trucks up
It's looking like them other boys, ran all they luck up
Damn sho' can't touch us, we them true bosses
You know how we do it fool, we them blue flossers

[Hook - 2x]
Mayn I got to grip, my wood-wood wheel
Mayn I got to grip, my wood-wood wheel
Mayn I got to grip, my wood-wood wheel
Trunk is steady pumping, grill steady coming

[PJ]
Switching lane to lane, gripping wood grain
Trunk knocking tops dropping, it's a hood thang
Just rolling through the neighborhood, holding slab
Playas chunking up the deuce, when I hit the AVE.
Drank po'ing, A.C. blowing
Sun shining bright, but my screens still showing
Bumper unlocking, yellow hoes bopping
Two miles an hour, ain't doing no stopping
I hit the button, recline the kit
High-siding when I'm riding, cause I know I'm the shit
Haters standing on the sideline, talking that trash
Eyes scoping for the jackers, cause I'm anxious to blast
Of course I'm having cash, just look at my ride
Glass fo's candy do's, peanut butter insides
I can't be denied, straight up out of Houston
Working wood wheel, just laid back cruising

[Hook - 2x]

[Sir Daily]
City lights on, now we headed to the club
Long line of Caddy's, on the 4's and them dubs
Everybody icy, so them chickenheads choosing
Sideline watching, as the candy slab cruising
Hit the parking lot, and it's time to shut it down
Fall up in the spot, and I'm smelling like a pound
Headed to the bar, for a shot of that Patrone
Chicks on my dick, punching numbers in my phone
Got my money long, cause I'm cashing them checks
Boss Hogg Outlawz, here to serve and collect
In that down South state, where the cash flow is great
On feet when I skate, boulevard I'ma break
Everybody paper chase, on the grind for that green
I'ma shine for myself, I'ma shine for my team
Puffing pounds of that green, you know I gotta get the kill
Recline on the scene, as I work my wood wheel

[Hook - 2x]

[Feat. Slim Thug]

Slim Thug:
Say Bitch, I know you see us.
All these motha****in' diamonds, all this candy around ya -
You can't help but see us.
Hah!

Chorus [x2]:
I'm pullin' out clean [clean]
You already know [know]
I'm leanin' off the drank and I'm smellin' like the dro [that's right]
Stacks in my pocket and my shine on glow,
You better recognize a playa when he step through the door.
[through the door!]

Chris Ward:
Yeah yeah,
Open ya eyes and recognize a playa when you see one,
Instead of always hatin' on one, try to be one!
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Couja clothes, J's on my toes,
Fruit Loop necklace with iced-out rows,
My wrist so froze,
Everybody knows when I step through the doors,
Hand-cuff ya hoes!
I'm so fresh you could smell ya boy through a stuffy nose.
They call me Chris Wizard, that's just how it goes.

PJ:
What? Step on the scene [what?]
You know I'm lookin' tight [lookin' tight]
Sippin' drank so you know I got a purple Sprite [purple Sprite]
Pocket full of cash [fo sho!]
Neck full of ice [shinin']
I'm in my zone so I'm tryin' to find somethin' nice [what?]
Badge on my neck, [badge]
I'm talkin' big rocks [rocks]
V-12 valet'd in the parkin' lot.
Gettin' my shine on [what?]
That's what playas do.
PJ the rap hustla, he done came through.

Chorus [x2]:
I'm pullin' out clean [clean]
You already know [know]
I'm leanin' off the drank and I'm smellin' like the dro [that's right]
Stacks in my pocket and my shine on glow,
You better recognize a playa when he step through the door.
[through the door!]

I'm pullin' out clean
Heavy hitters team,
Cleaner's tag on my jeans,
And a pocket full of green.
We the dream team for the state of that Tex,
Leavin stains of the bar when we break in the 6,
You already know when we crawl down slow,
Wrist lit up and a big chain on my throat,
Candy paint coat got my frame drippin'
And I'ma move packs similar like a chain shipment.

Slim Thug:
Yeah! Yeah! Yeah!
I'm slidin' on the glass,
Got butter on my ass,
Just got my license back, still tryin'a do the dash,
Everything paid cash,
No notes, no leases,
You broke ass niggas payin' notes on Visas,
4's poke spokes creepin' on a block near you,
Watchin boppers jock, lookin' in my rear view,
20/20 vision, see haters in clear view,
That's why I'm chunkin' deuces,
I ain't goin near you!

Chorus [x2]:
I'm pullin' out clean [clean]
You already know [know]
I'm leanin' off the drank and I'm smellin' like the dro [that's right]
Stacks in my pocket and my shine on glow,
You better recognize a playa when he step through the door.
[through the door!]

Chris Ward:
Yeah yeah!
I'm back again like you owe me some cash flow,
Most wanted, but most feared, like Fidel Castro.
My pocket's over weight, so they call me fatso,
Others call me bright lights 'cus the way that my badge glow.

PJ:
What? Back though, feelin' fine, flowin' on some killer pine, [killa]
Puttin' boys in they place when they see that blue line [what?]
On my game, havin' things, hoggin' in that turnin' lane [uh!]
Chicks hoppin' in the ride, hydro burnin', mayne. [what?]

Sir Daily:
You know that's it, cuz,
S-I-R-ah,
And outside Houtson, Texas boys on the borrow,
I ain't even trippin',
I'm on that dro, too,
24s on my low, comin' candy blue,

Slim Thug:
You know the Boss talk G shit daily,
Want somethin' free? No. Fuck you, pay me!
Pockets so fat lil niggas can't out-weigh me.
Y'all small, Slim ballin' like [Mc]Grady.

Chorus [x2]:
I'm pullin' out clean [clean]
You already know [know]
I'm leanin' off the drank and I'm smellin' like the dro [that's right]
Stacks in my pocket and my shine on glow,
You better recognize a playa when he step through the door.
[through the door!]

Slim Thug:
Yeah. So that's how it is mayne, ya know what I'm sayin'?
You can see the Boys in Blue in a hood near you, you know what
I'm sayin'?
Ridin' in with something with no motha****in' top.
Hundred-thousand around the neck,
Hundred-thousand around the wrist,
Hundred-thousand on the motha****in' pinky ring
'Cus we motha****in' bosses,
Gettin' this motha****in' money!
Yeah

(*talking*)
Ha-ha, H-Town say

[J-Dawg]
I got my Lac sitting low, like a Honda Civic
Hundred sack of that dro, got a G lifted
And the way I work the grain, gotta be gifted
Dipping, in and out of traffic swiftly
Tipsy, off drank but no beers here
I got a tre, and a twenty ounce root beer
Muddy, like a motherfucking hog pen
Banging Pac "Makaveli", play that number eight again
Time go by, puffing on high
I'm feeling too fly, and that ain't even high
See I's a gangsta nigga, I shoot or shank a nigga
But it's some'ing about them swangas, that'll change a nigga
Have you chunking the deuce up, to a stranger nigga
You shining harder than a bitch, he don't blame you nigga
Who could blame you nigga, you doing the damn thang
Staying true to the game, you deserve to swang

[Hook]
Behind that five percent, windows never go down
Music never go down, my nigga say slow down
Keep driving, pass that dro
Tip slow while you ride on 4's, when we ride on 4's

[J-Dawg]
Hit your breaks homie, let the third light glow
Swang open the do', let em smell the dro
Naw we ain't capping, that there for them bitches
We grinding hard as fuck, and riding on our riches
Shit the fam good, the kids good
So why not grip wood through the hood nigga, come on now
Kush got me gone now, I don't smoke the stress
I been blessed, so if it's in the air it's the best
And if it's in my cup, it's that purple
Got me flipping through the hood, riding in a circle
No destination, nigga just riding
Big mothership gliding, motor on siding
That's what it is, what could be better
Send a couple pictures of the slab, in the letters
To my niggaz in the Penn, I'ma hold you down
Show the whole unit, how we do in H-Town nigga yeah

[Hook - 2x]

[Slim Thug]
I'm rolling on 4's, with the windows closed
Dro smoke up out my nose, letting the trunk do shows
Playafali on my toes, gotta show the world I'm having change
So I bought a candy Cadillac, up on them thangs
Hurting boys mayn, Thugga gotta represent
I stay lit up, behind that five percent tint
Stay bent on the daily, when I'm in the hood
Shining like a superstar, when I grip the wood
Pieced up smelling good, gotta stay fresh
And show the world I'm blessed, everytime my voice up in your deck
Wreck the mic, and I wreck on the 'vard
Every season some'ing hard, coming out my garage
I don't barred, H-Town repping till I'm dead
From the Tre to the West, to my G's off the 'Stead
Boys out here getting bread, and reaching our goals
Behind tint with the windows closed, when I ride on 4's

[Hook - 2x]

[*talking*]
You know, if money could talk my nigga
It'd kinda sound, like this here mayn
That's me nigga, Killa Gorilla
B.H.O., we serving and collecting nigga run it

[Hook - 2x]
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Big badge on my necklace, candy paint on my ride
I'm gripping Louis Va-Slugga, with peanut butter inside
I drop the top when I slide, I drop the top when I slide
Dr-drop the top when I slide, it make the boppers go crazy

[Kyleon]
You see I make money money, make money money money
Fuck with it, you gon take twenty bullets from me
Rubberband Banks, pockets full of dead honkeys
Addicted to carbohydrates, I'ma bread junkie
Only time I lose weight, when I'm pushing
Forgive me Lord, I might not be a saint but I'm pushing
Cup full of oil I'm bush'n, selling it like Arabs
Two diamond chains, look like they cabs
Blue over grey slabs, with the low pros on it
Fuck 3's, gotta be 4's when I roll on it
My money like wood, it's mandatory that I hold on it
And I keep a deaf ear, when a hoe want it
You got prop money, I got block money
So F-Y-I, Killa getting guac' honey
I'm a real baller, these boys just act like it
I heard talk cheap, but Killa got sacks pouches

[Hook - 2x]
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[Kyleon]
Big chain big car, big money big bar
What I'm pouring up, cause I'm a big star
Fly cat, you can find me where that sky at
G-4 leering through kush clouds, I'm on a fire sack
Money talk, I'm all ears for the convo
I got the coke but not the one, come with your combo
I'm so dope boy fresh, I got em on deck
I'm talking bout stacks, where the rubberbands at
Like T.I.P, I do it B-I-G
Cause I'm a bad boy, off in the V.I.P.
With top models I pop bottles, and I swallow
The best champagne, that money can buy me
If you think a nigga slipping, come and try me
And I'ma oput the bluck-blucka, to a bitch's body
And send a bitch nigga body, to the sky like Heidie
Then hit the presidential suites, while you chill off in the lobby

[Hook - 2x]
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[Kyleon]
I hear you talking cash shit, but you sounding like foreigners
Dead presidents on me, call Killa coroner
Spender and a lender, y'all niggaz just borrowers
So all your cheap talking, don't bother us
I got VVS do', y'all niggaz got flaws
Pockets full og big Franks, and I ain't talking hot dogs
Kyle's style hot dog, yeah but not yall's
That's why my money talk, and y'all pockets lock jaw

[Hook - 2x]

[Hook - 2x]
Back-back to the front, and to the side
In a Lac-Lac with a blunt, now where the light

[Kyleon]
I'm in a Lac coming down, I'm gripping grain
Candy paint fifth and grill, on swangs
Hit a button trunk up, see the bang
Neon lights glowing what it say, I'm doing my thang
Southside Dead End, that's what I claim
Where 1-0-7 block nigga, that's where I hang
H-Town, home of the Rockets and the Texans
And we got the cheapest prices, cause we cop em from the Mexicans
Boys mug be on mean, when my drop in they direction
I got bananas on the choppers, I'll pop you if you plexing
My cigarella full of kush, cup full of drank
Layed back in the Lac nigga, fuck what you think

[Hook - 4x]

[Slim Thug]
I push a big candy Lac when I ride, layed back on the hide
Trunk cracked beating that, front back side to side
I'm looking super tight, mashing through the red light
Puffing on the purple haze, trying to get my head right
Boss of the block, I got the city locked
Got Killa counting up the scrilla, big gorilla knots
Blue toys when I swang, with the Boyz N' Blue gang
Police piece and chain, coming down holding grain
Pop trunk with the bang, while I change like the lane
Looking like a blue train, mayn money ain't a thang
You know the name, Slim Thugga motherfucker
Not a rapper I'm a hustler, acting bad on these suckers

[Hook - 4x]

[Sir Daily]
I'm in a candy fleet Caddy, on the dro sweet from Cali
Two prones trailing, and the fleet looking glassy
Everybody asking, who them boys there is
Po'ing up muddy cups, while the ball bats twist
Wood grain in my fist, wirst lit like a light
Fifth swang in my kit, as I sit at the light
I'ma drop it I'ma pop it, as I mash on the throttle
No soda straight lean, as I'm passing the bottle
S-I to the R, that Blue Boy star
You could see me from afar, I know you know who we are
So finessed in my whip, with a vest and a clip
I'm the king like Tip, as I strut down the strip nigga

[Hook - 8x]

[Hook: x2]
Showing trunk glowing, while I flip through the hood
Big diamonds shining blinding, while I'm gripping my wood
Showing trunk glowing, while I flip through the hood
Straight up-straight up out of Texas, straight up-straight up out of Texas

[Kyleon:]
I pull up looking good, hand on that wood sturning
I got that purple po'd, and I got that good burning
I think and then I pull, yeah nigga that's how you learning
I got them Tyra banks, yeah nigga I am earning
My money long, I'm talking football fields
Nigga that's big bread, like I got a football deal
Or contract, whatever y'all call it
Let me insinuate, that nigga Kyle balling
Yeah that's why Kyle crawling, off in that big body
I got that top falling, 4's stick out it
You get a penny for your thoughts, Killa get stacks
I eat till I'm obese, so I sit fat nigga

[Hook x2]

[PJ:]
What's the deal motherfuckers, hell yeah bitch I'm back
Tipping down the boulevard, in a Fleetwood Lac
Got the fifth falling trunk popping, acting bad on the cops
Candy blue paint, hoes bopping in the parking lot
Sitting sideways, purple stuff got me leaning
All these diamonds on my neck, hell yeah my shit gleaming
I'm a Boss Hogg Outlaw, I'm a Boy N' Blue
The Rap Hustler dick sucker, who the fuck are you
Making change doing my thang, hogging in that turning lane
Pimping hoes tipping 4's, pulling up on them swangs
Ain't no simping in my pimping, ain't no whack off in my mack
Make these hoes break theyself, when I pull up in the Lac

[Hook x2]

[J-Dawg:]
We rolling 84's, homie
When you see me poking out, I'm repping for the whole block
Behind tint sipping purple drank, smoke inside with G's
Got the rolls still strapped up, big chrome desert eag'
Wood grain gripping, H-Town representing
Them boys looking mad, hate to see a Hogg winning
In a blue line, Northside coming down
Out the roof throwing gang signs, bitch I'ma shine
Banging Big H.A.W.K., a real nigga real talk
God gotta have a plan, but that's real big loss
We gon hold it down though, represent your name
Bang Screw good bang, stay loyal to the game

[Hook x4]

[talking:]
Hey, you already know mayn
Down in H-Town how we do it, when we do it
We do it big, talk to em mayn

[Hook:]
We rolling candy cars, watch them 84's swang
We sipping on that bar, and we're leaning mayn
I got diamonds on my wrist, and diamonds all in my grill
Houston Texas where I live, and I keep it trill

[Chris Ward:]
Southside's still holding, Southside's still strolling
Southside's still rolling, and hey we ain't going
Nowhere naw mayn, no time soon
In fact we gon be out all night, just like the moon
I'm a Y.S.P. nigga, fly as can be nigga
In a old school Impala, cocked up on three nigga
One in the air swanging, one on the back hanging
Trunk just banging, me I'm just swanging
Lane to lane, with the top underneath the car
I'm a Southside, superstar
Fresh cups po'd up, soda mix nice with bar
I'm a Mobstyle, outlaw
I'm respected in these streets, protected in these streets
From the South to the North, I'm connected in these streets
So when you see us coming through, in those DTS's
And CTS's, just know we be the freshest in H-Town

[Hook]

[Chris Ward:]
I'm sitting low but large, backing out the garage
In a brand new fountain blue, Bentley Anage
What the neighbors see, is not a mirage
I'm on my way so shall I say, bon voyage
Cause I'm a wood wheel handler, boulevard scrambler
Big money gambler, ask your girl Tamala
When I pull up on side, of your ride in my ride
Fa sho, it's well known I'm prone to damage ya
Hopping out Gucci down, from the head to the ground
Cause you already know, how we do it in H-Town
And the ride I'm riding in, got screens all in it
Bitches on dick, they wanna be seen all in it
I mean my team is strong, my bling is grown
I'm a hustler look at me, my green is long
So when you see me in these streets, doing my thang
Just know that young C. Ward, is balling and parlaying mayn

[Hook]

[Chris Ward:]
You see I'm dismissing the top, on a sunny Sunday
Acting a iz-ass, for H-A-Dub-K
So I swang's and I swang, and I swang to the left
Pop my trunk, for Big H.A.W.K.'s death
And you already know, that's why we rolling slow
Slim Thee next to me, and he rolling dro
V-I in the back sleep, off a potent fo'
Mobstyle and Boss Hogg, we so fa sho
And when we glow, you could see our blingy-bling
All these beautiful bright pink stones, in the pinky ring
I mean they don't call this, a pinky ring for nothing
So holla at me, if you don't know the meaning of stunting
And if you real, you can get rich with me
And if not, we gon put you out your misery
And this track here, has been officially
Stamped signed and sealed, by Chris Ward and Mr. Lee

[Hook]

[Hook: x4]
This is for the G's, and this is for the hustlers
Out there on the grind, trying to satisfy the customers

[PJ:]
This is for the G's, and this is for the hustlers
All the real grinders, I ain't fucking with you busters
That go get it, and come back with it
PJ I can't quit it, to the game I'm committed
Jealous niggaz and snitches, hoes and fake bitches
I'll be damned, if I let em interfere with my riches
And I know the consequences, if a nigga get caught
That's why I stay away from haters, while I'm filling the vault what

[Hook x4]

[Young Black:]
I put the G in gangsta, the H in hustler
Young Black counting stacks, rocking diamond clusters
From dusk to dawn, I be getting it on
The early bird get the worm, so I'm up in the morn'
I got straight drop, so fiends circle the block
They smell the cooking, or they can hear me scraping the pot
Uh ring the alarm, and tell em to come get it
They looking for hard white, and I'm the first one with it for the G's

[Hook x4]

[Chris Ward:]
This is for the G's, for the fact that I'm one of them
This is for the hustlers, for the fact I know a ton of them
Out the Boyz N' Blue click, see I'm the one that run the South
During the winter time, I spot it like a haunted house
Gouling monsters, fiends and things
How else you think I overflowed, the pinky ring with bling nigga
You see all these different colored, diamonds and shit
Well let me tell ya, it don't just come from rhyming and shit ya know

[Slim Thug:]
This is for the G's, and this is for the hustlers
Out there on the grind, trying to satisfy the customers
Never sell lying, trying to satisfy the busters
I do it for them Dirty South blocks, cause they trust us
I'm repping for the real thugs, shake the fake
State to state, doing what it take to make
Another ten G stacks, sitting fat staying hungry
You in it for the fame mayn, we do it for the money

[Hook x4]

[talking:]
G'eah, Boss Hogg Outlawz
Serve & Collect nigga

[Hook: x2]
(I'm a Hogg), I'm out that H-Town Texas where the Outlawz hang
We braided and grilled out, that's the Outlaw thang
(I'm a Hogg), a lot of boys try to jack us where Outlawz slang
Ain't no love, cause you can't dub a Outlaw mayn

[PJ:]
I got work, I ain't broke no mo'
I call shots, I ain't gotta touch dope no mo'
Candy cars on chrome, cause I hustle for that
Respected highly in the streets, cause I struggle for that
Give a fuck about a slut, I got plenty of them
Been real way befo', I started running with Slim
Niggaz all on my dick, cause they hoes like that
Stay true to the game, cause I roll like that
I'm a Hogg in this game, cause I rep the shit
Hard times jail time, I done felt the shit
Long as they print money, I'ma get me some scrill
If I keep rap hustling, I'ma get me some mills
I was born for this shit, I'ma stay on my game
Keep shaking fake niggaz, I'ma stay on my chain
To the homies dead and gone, I'ma ball for y'all
Hit the boulevard hurting, I'ma crawl for y'all cause I'm a Hogg

[Hook x2]

[Slim Thug:]
I'm a Hogg nigga, Texas outlaw nigga
Do this shit brawl, y'all soft I'm a Boss nigga
Y'all dick riders, following the crowds
I make the motherfucking rules, ball or fall
Said fuck waiting in line, and took my time to shine
If I ain't get it with my grind, I would of got it with the nine
Left weak niggaz behind, head to the top fuck secondary
I'ma win this shit, by any means necessary
Y'all niggaz scary, my blood clear of fear
This drip sweat, these eyes don't shed tears
You gon respect this here, or get rolled over
I'm the Boss Hogg Outlaw, top soldier
And I'll fold ya, for fucking with my fam
Niggaz better start ducking, when I'm bucking out the Ram
I don't give a damn, and I mean it when I scream it
True raw dog Hogg, y'all bitch niggaz dreaming

[Hook x2]

[J-Dawg:]
We ride we don't walk we groove, we don't talk we move
Like S that costs a lot of step like
If anything, my Hoggs just step up
Catch me in the middle of a war, with my sets up
Rep repping, soldier boy stepping
Salute when you see me, H.C.G.
H-A-7, L-O-Z G.C.P.
Grooving till the world stop moving, O.S.C.
Boss Hogg Young Hogg, sto' down capo
H-Town rider, got that fire like a vato
Stay strapped up, leave em slipping but I'm not dumb
Keep that heater tucked, like a sucker with a bad hump
A bad bitch, kinda like my bitch
Mine don't fucking lay down, she just bust and shit
I think you lying hoe, you must be sick
That's a saws off gauge, while you wash my dick

[Hook x2]

(feat. PJ)

[chorus: x2]
It's that P.J. cumin out that 4'4 What?
It's that P.J. cumin out that 4'4 What?
It's that P.J. cumin out that 4'4 What?
Bout to brake em off, watch me crawl real slow, What?

[Verse 1:]
P.J... im bout my pay, stay out my way cuz I do not play.
Cummin down, candy blue over gray, Houston, Texas!! that's where I stay.
I parlay, sip paint for drank.
Like lil Scrappy-money in the bank, these hoes bop when they see my paint, boys think im slippin... he will kno I aint.
Haters hate cuz im stackin this green, Slim the boss put me on team, Boss Hogg we rep the scene, big white cup full of kodene
Making this money, bang and screw, Serve and Collect, that's wut I do.
Hate me, I hate you, bust at me ima bust you, I ride blue, peanut butter seat, fifth wheel in grill now that complete, don't talk down cuz im on my shine, you don't work you don't eat.
Im in the streets, im in the hood, im str8 nigga you see me, BET and MTV, yo bitch told she wanna be with P, im just a G, gotta maintain, never at home, stay on a plane, hittin licks, hitting big stains, P.J doing big things, I rip the mic, I rip the strip, my candy drip, every time I flip, purple drank that's what I sip, H-Town baby don't trip.

[chorus: x2]
It's that P.J. cumin out that 4'4 What?
It's that P.J. cumin out that 4'4 What?
It's that P.J. cumin out that 4'4 What?
Bout to brake em off, watch me crawl real slow, What?

[Verse 2:]
Back again, I came to win, like lil ke I pimp a pimp.
Start to end, thicker than, pull out the Benz, hop in the wind, im setting trends, im settin goals, no probation, no parol, no time for that, to throw, tryin to keep my pockets swoll, showing these boyz im one of a kind, bring the cars ima leave the line
MEMPHIS! Fuck them ALPINES!!, hit the club and its going down, my time to shine better watch me, shade in they bout versachi, them peepin boys trying to ball or block me, mad as hell cuz they cant stop me, Bentley watch, wut a good look, nuttin free I had to push, don't cross that road before you look, don't judge my cover, read my book, my hoe put money off in my hands, stash filled up like rubber bands,
Its like T.I.P my hustle grand, Like D4L bitch Im da man, like at sunny dade that's how I shine, looking tall like Jay-Jay on Good Times, like Lil Wayne-money on my mind. Like 50 Cent-ima die trying, blowing on the mic like C-4, cush let me holla at a G foe, these hatas don't wanna see me blow, got me so sick like Ne-Yo.

[chorus: x2]
It's that P.J. cumin out that 4'4 What?
It's that P.J. cumin out that 4'4 What?
It's that P.J. cumin out that 4'4 What?
Bout to brake em off, watch me crawl real slow, What?

[Verse 3:]
Wut it dew man? Wuts the deal? Sip some drank, pop a seal, get your money, keep it real, roll a dro, smoke and chill, like Pimp C-work wood wheel, like Bun B- I keeps it trill, mouth piece its gold kill when I throw the diamonds off in my grills, sittin on bump with the trunk cracked, tryin to find out where the sluts at, and when I pull up on the scene, the hoes say, he done that, cant fall off im too hot, sippin bank and Tupac, im out here getting this money dawg, aint worried bout wut u got, im a grown man, they lil boyz, you hate me, that absolete, trying to get off in the game, im trying to make it off the streets, P.J. that's the name, haters hate cuz im havin things, need to get up off your ass, get out there and get your change.

[chorus: x2]
It's that P.J. cumin out that 4'4 What?
It's that P.J. cumin out that 4'4 What?
It's that P.J. cumin out that 4'4 What?
Bout to brake em off, watch me crawl real slow, What?

(feat. Rob Smallz, Slim Thug)

I told ya man, these chicks is dirty

I don't chase em, I replace em
I don't save em, I slave em
I don't trust em, I cut em
Then send them on they way
And they come at my way playin, sayin that they love thug
Like i'm the first rapper they took home from a club
Must be her on some drugs, thinkin i'ma put ya up
When half of this club already cut ya up
Tryin to get some bucks, might as well stop cryin girl
You got caught cheatin on me, stop lyin girl

I knew it all the time, It's always on my mind
And you were cleaver, creepin while i'm on the grind
I thought you was my boo, girl I trusted you
Thought you made a fool of me, now who's lookin like a fool
You comin in my home, smellin like cologne
[?] What the hell is goin on
Oh baby but it was good, and you're feelin fine
You got your diamond plate, now you gotta ride the pine
I'm cold as your shoulder, the gamin is over
Squash everything that I told ya
Don't forget the diamonds and riches, all of your wishes
The burn is none of my concern, anymore

Can't believe ya creepin, sneak in another man's bed
You're sleepin
I can't believe ya cheated on me
And now i'm askin ya, cryin ya, I kept denyin and lyin
Knowin that ya cheated on me
Can't believe ya creepin, sneak in another man's bed
You're sleepin
I can't believe ya cheated on me
And now i'm askin ya, cryin ya, I kept denyin and lyin
Knowin that ya cheated on me

I hope you didn't think I wouldn't see what's going on
Like how you whispered everytime that nigga called ya phone
And how you never like to fuck no more when we at home
That day I asked you why you ain't got ya ring on
You said you left at your girls house
But when I asked you, you couldn't say which girls house (girls house)
And girl you're lyin right in my face
You need to leave now, I ain't tryin to touch ya face
Lookin for a fool I would lager, but I already had ya, but you peep the games in my swager
But I gave ya chance after chance, but you didn't take it
Girl now I gotta let you make it, make it

Can't believe ya creepin, sneak in another man's bed
You're sleepin
I can't believe ya cheated on me
And now i'm askin ya, cryin ya, I kept denyin and lyin
Knowin that ya cheated on me
Can't believe ya creepin, sneak in another man's bed
You're sleepin
I can't believe ya cheated on me
And now i'm askin ya, cryin ya, I kept denyin and lyin
Knowin that ya cheated on me

I'ma go on keep it real, ain't no need for pretendin
Why settle down now when there's a world for of women
I'm in air ones and linen, on Miami south beach
We young, have some fun, ain't no shortage on freaks
We throw parties in suites, and keep box by the dozen
That ain't lookin for lovin, they just lookin for thuggin
For every one gone, another two come along
So if she cheated, tell her beat it
Babygirl be gone, move on

Can't believe ya creepin, sneak in another man's bed
You're sleepin
I can't believe ya cheated on me
And now i'm askin ya, cryin ya, I kept denyin and lyin
Knowin that ya cheated on me

C-H-E-A-T-I-N
We should've been together, now it's gotta end
C-H-E-A-T-I-N
We should've been together, now it's gotta end

Can't believe ya creepin, sleepin
Can't believe ya cheated on me
And denyin

[talking:]
Yeah, Young Black in the mo'fucking building nigga
Boss Hogg Outlawz what it is, this one here for all my slab riders
Pull your drop out, show these boys how we hold down South
Know I'm saying H-Town what it do, swanging and swerving and shit ay

[Young Black:]
I got the cockpit smoked out, 84's poked out
Young Black leaning, with the Gucci shades loc'd out
Drop top vogues, on European grill
Swing right break em at the light, recline my fifth wheel
It's falling like Alicia Keys, pick it up like pieces
On old school Chevrolets, Impalas and Caprices
I can't forget the Lacs, with the wood leather steering wheel
Candy paint frame, dripping stains off Sedan Devilles
I'm in my candy world, riding in my candy girl
Holla at J-Woo, let him hit me with a candy pearl
Tipping on them thangs, with the buckles on the trunk
Pumping old school E.S.G., Ocean of Funk
I'm swanging and banging, breaking off the intersection
Crossing, showing the whole world how we flossing
Yeah, ery'body claim they slab is the best
Pull up beside me put your slab to the test, if nothing less

[Hook: x2]
I'm fresh (so fresh), in my slab so clean
Smell like a pound, of that mean joe green
Gorillas in the trunk, beating out your ass
Candy paint frame, swang down on glass

[Young Black:]
Stay flyer, than a mo'fucker
On that dro, I stay higher than a mo'fucker
In my slab crooked, on cloud nine
Till my frame touch down, on that I-4-5
Like a G I ride, one hand on my wood
Top down getting brain, like a real nigga should
As I flip through the hood, I let the boppers see my fo's twist
Lift up the do's on them hoes, leave em so sick
No shit, I'm cleaner than the White House
Beat down your block like thunder, and cut your lights off
I'm iced out, from my wrist to my mouth
To show these boys how we hold down South, I'm tal'n bout
From the grill to the ring, the the piece to the chain
The crib to the car, the wheels to the paint
Yeah, ery'body claim they slab is the best
Pull up beside me put your slab to the test, if nothing less

[Hook x2]

[Young Black:]
I do it, for the whole hood
Cause coming down on that candy, be feeling so good
I got my pistol, tucked up under my seat
Cause real G's don't ride 3's, unless they holding the heat
And Reggie rolling the sweet, we tipping swangs through the city
Diamonds shining and tops reclining, candy paint looking pretty
That's how we do in the South, I know you boys can't understand
How I chop the block the bops come out the spot, and wave they hand
I'm the man with the killer paint, the man with the killer flow
The man with this killer jump, Cadillac on them 84's
You mad but keep hating though, you making my shine brighter
The homies still downloading, my shit off of Limewire
With glass and them vogue tires, I'm coasting the Interstate
Don't frown and just smiling, bout all this paper I'm finna make
Yeah, ery'body claim they slab is the best
Pull up beside me put your slab to the test, if nothing less

[Hook x2]

[Chris Ward:]
Fantasies and wishes, of hustlers with riches
Drop top sixes, and old schools with switches
And though it's true the shit I do, caught me a case
The same shit I do, help out my estates
So I take heavenly dances, with felony chances
If you asking all the questions, who's telling the answers
I fill your head up with smoke, like you inhaling the branson
This money and jewelry, got these girls swearing I'm hansom
It's like I hustle for days, to get this money for years
And FED time for conspiracy, is one of my fears
So I have daily conversations, with the Lord about
How I'ma make it out, rapping or trapping out the crack house
I mean, I got million dollar schemes
And aspirations to fulfill, my million dollar dreams
And so it seems, I can't quit it I gotta stay with it
Why else would I be in it, shit I gotta get it

[Hook: Rob Smallz]
I'm doing everything, cause I gotta get it
Until, all the getting is good
And I probably ain't gon change, because I live it
From block to block, to your hood
No mistakes about it, God's watching over me
While I ride, and grind in these streets
And I'm not a struggler, homie I'm a hustler
Why else would I be in it, I gotta get it

[Slim Thug:]
I gotta get it mayn, I can't quit it mayn
Don't keep spitting, keep ticking till I hit it mayn
I'm staying with it mayn, no breaks no stops
No playing no bops, till my team on the top
Refuse to drop, my mind made I'ma be paid
Fuck waiting sitting in the shade, hoping for a better day
I'm busting down blocks, till I find me a better way
Cocking back them glocks, trying to find where the cheddar stay
Hope and pray to God, that I find me a better J
But shit for now, I gotta do whatever pay
I'm tired of sitting, and wanting and wishing
I'm getting it, grinding on a million dollar mission I gotta get it

[Hook]

[Young Black:]
Been a long time coming, from hustling and rock bumping
Smallest nigga on the block, out the pot got the spot jumping
Lord forgive me for sinning, and mama I know you hurt
But these bills keep coming, and mama you out of work
I'd rather be in the dirt, before I sit on my ass
With my hands out, begging for cash
Nigga they raised me a G, take from a nigga 'fore he take it from me
Money's the key, so baby that's all I see
I'm so blind, late nights I got this money on my mind
And a pistol in my hand, and I can't seem to lay it down
I'm out here on my grind, I hope you niggaz paying your dues
While you suckas out here hustling for shoes, and y'all suppose to be true's

[Hook]

[Hook: x2]
I keep a heater on my side, when I ride
I ain't finna be the victim, of a homicide
Haters'll catch a nigga slipping, and get done
So I never leave the house, without packing a gun

[Kyleon:]
Naw 9-1-1 is a joke, ask Flava Flav
That ain't save that nigga Dave, when he got his gator sprayed
Killa keep hatorade, just in case a hater brave
Cock the chrome put a tombstone, on a hater grave
Stick in the clip and get to ripping, if you think I'm tripping
Let the banana peel on the K, if you think I'm slipping
I'm pistol gripping, when I'm tipping on them fo' 4's
Just in case a hater run up, to my low pro's
I got magnum in the Magnum, that's a semi not a hemi
And bullets I got plenty, if you hollin' bout kill me
Turn you into Tiny Timmy, put you in the sleeper
In a hospital bed, dead finna meet the reaper
Pull out the F-N, and have a nigga brain buzzing
And in your life at the light, like caine buzzing
So when I drive, I keep a heater on my side
Cause I'll be damned, if I be a victim of a homicide

[Hook x2]

[J-Dawg:]
I lost my partna Gunny, in a gun fight
So everytime I ride cuz, I think about that night
How they took my homie, I ain't have that pistol on me
I ain't have that pistol on me, damn
I swear to God my nigga, I'ma stay strapped until my demise
Until you get to look me in my eyes, one more time
That 45 on me, the K in the seat
Go on play with a G, see how funny it's gon be
I'ma heat your ass up, street sweep your ass up
Shoulda learned your lesson, when that nigga beat your ass up
I bet you I'ma handle mine, behind tint
Gripping pine hand on that nine, fuck with me
Jaguar, you on the wrong track boy
I'ma hit your chest, and blow out your whole back boy
You want stacks boy, you better get on your grind
I'ma shoot you if you fuck with mine, off top nigga

[Hook x2]

[PJ:]
Bitch I'm a G, it's a must I stay packing
I'm strapped now, PJ ain't just rapping
This rap game don't mean shit to me, these niggaz fake
Fuck with me bitch, they bringing out that yellow tape
I'm a grown man, so miss me with that kid shit
These niggaz talk, but I know they never did shit
I'm getting money, and I'm waiting on the jack boys
So I can send they ass, straight to that graveyard
I don't do a lot of talk mayn, talk is cheap
You got a problem with the P, see me in the streets
These niggaz pussies, they ain't ready for the aftermath
I'm living by that gun, and dying in a blood bath
Bought a chopper last night, with a scope on it
And I'm waiting to use it, on any hoe want it
Bitch it's death before dishonor, over here black
That tough shit around here, gon get you killed black

[Hook x2]

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