Boss Hogg Outlawz Diss

歌詞

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