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