(featuring Sir Daily, Kyleon, Chris Ward & Slim Thug)
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[Intro: Slim Thug]
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Working my wood, through my city
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Breaking boys off, every night and day
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And I never got, one minute of sleep
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Cause I ball and say fuck, what them haters say
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The wood wheels, keep on turning
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And them ball bats, keep on burning
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Cause we rolling (rolling), rolling yeah (rolling)
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Rolling through the city
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(*talking*)
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Ha-ha-ha-ha, that shit was hot G
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In one baby, let's use it, uh-uh
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Yeah-yeah, uh-uh, yeah-yeah, uh
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Boss Hogg Outlaw niggaz
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[Hook]
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G-A-N-G-S-T-A, B-O-S-S H-O-G-G
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O-U-T-L-A-W-Z, Boss Hogg Outlaw gangstas
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[Slim Thug]
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It's him Slim, T-H-U-G
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But it's true it's me, on your mother's T.V
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On your brother's c.d., on your sister's wall
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The same dude, that your big sister call
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All day all night, but she not my type
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Unless she the type, to up it in one night
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I tend to get impatient, can't stand waiting
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Chicks be hating, so I quit dating
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I stay skating, 22 inch shoes
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The Boyz N Blue, giving boys the blues
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Your toys is cool, but Blue Boyz come through
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And make you and all, your boy toys old new
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Who want drama, Sir get the Hummer
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We bout to bang up the block, like a drummer
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For 2 double O-4, it's the Boss Hogg summer
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First place in the race, and we'll walk for the number go
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[Hook - 2x]
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[Kyleon]
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K to the Yizzi, L to the izzE
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Switch lanes in a Lac, the made it 3's get me dizzy
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I'm low, in a Lexus 4's Spre-O
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You steady passing by saying, watching how slow he go
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Everytime I'm in the whip, you see the Rolly glow
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I'm on dubs and skidding my tires, like Polly-O
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Ba-da, like Cube Mack or WC
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I'm sitting large on a foreign, just like my dubs be
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My car packed shorty, just like the club be
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I'm sitting low to the ground, just like the bugs be
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My baby mama fuck a G, she learning to love a G
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Celebrity, chicks be waiting in line to hug a G
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On X and Bubbly, fame is to my soul
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My body be shaking and shivering, my shoes are cold
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We letting them dogs out, I'm talking Lex and vogues
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That spit wide body low, to them attached the 4's
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[Hook - 2x]
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[Sir Daily]
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It's the grain butter lover, lane and gutter hugger
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Swinging wide frame, showing banging burning rubber
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Spinning 20 inches, paint change another color
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Hating niggaz utter, Sir Daily a mo'fucker
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I'm shutting down the spot, close the curtain show's over
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We bout to drop it, try to stop and pull me over
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But I keep mashing, speeding through the intersection
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Hiding from the laws, like an illegal Mexican
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See the ice rocks, wrist chain and watch
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Blue Boyz hop out, we entertain the lot
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You see the screens glowing, paint wet and shining
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Wanna know how I done it, I got that from grinding
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Young money maker, flashing my jewels
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Break the laws at all cause, with a bad attitude
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Doing what I do, flipping the script
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We ball till we fall, nigga get you some grip cause uh
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[Hook - 4x]
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Yeah-yeah, uh-uh, yeah-yeah, uh
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Boss Hogg Outlaw niggaz
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Boss Hogg Outlawz
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