Boss Hogg Outlawz - Boyoz N' Blue Flow 2 lyrics

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[talking:]

Jiggy check, Boyz N' Blue

Exclusive shit freestyle, I'm C. Wigga

Ya know ay, you wanna see my what

Uh yeah uh say, look out

[Chris Ward:]

I ain't got a grill lil' ma, I got some chains

I got a mill lil' ma, but I got some change

I'm so fresh, so motherfucking clean

Make the scene, look like it done goggled some Listerine

This all the time, everytime with me

They call me C dot W-A-R-D

You see I'm some'ing like a playa, some'ing like G

And I bet some'ing on some'ing, you ain't nothing like me

I wreck the flow, whenever I feel like

I go hard, just like I'm a steel pipe

I bring the pain, bring the game

I changed the game, I changed the frame

I pull up in that wide frame, dropping the top

If I'm not I'm in a old school, hopping the hop

Making it jump making it drop, making it flip

Making it flop, making them 84's wop

Making them vogues hop, up and down the boulevard

It's that nigga still dranked out, and I'm full of 'Nod

With PJ, Sir Daily and Slim Thee

Killa Kyleon, is right behind we

In the, CTS

My nigga D-1 behind him, in that new DTS we fresh

[talking:]

Like that nigga, Outlaw Season

We flyer, than a motherfucker

It's your nigga, Sir Daily baby

[Sir Daily:]

Hop in on the flow, and I wreck the beat

Come through looking good, and I'm on a sweet

And a cold cup, and you know it's muddy

Northside Houston Texas, yup them my buddies

Them my dogs, in them what L-dogs

Coming through the parking lot, working wood log

Top drop top tossing, the trunk pop

Everything looking good, rims don't stop

Grill looking icy, chain is too

Coming through the damn lane, leaving it blue

On them swangs too, maybe 24's

Got plenty money, got plenty hoes

Pass em round through the click, let my boys fuck

I ain't even tripping, plenty noise in my truck

Got bang got ice grill, ice chain

Pockets looking swolled, Daily got's to do my thang

On the flow, I'ma just do the what thang

I ain't even tripping, might have to move the caine

In the trap, I'ma break the rap

Nigga talk shit, I'ma pull a strap

Click-clack, like my nigga Slim Thugga

I'ma burn rubber, 24 inch cutters

Never stutter, I got's to go long

Break the microphone, my voice going strong

I ain't tripping, big drank sipping

Lane to lane switching, I'm grain gripping

Off the dome, got's to go long

PJ backdo' me, I'm off the microphone

[PJ:]

It's P, to the motherfucking J

Catch me in the kitchen, and I'm cooking up the yay

It's that work, it's that boy Purt

When I pull up in some'ing good, I got's to hurt

Yes I'm dripping candy, boys don't understand me

Might ride down Little York, banging Brandy

Banging some'ing hard, no I don't bar

It's the PJ, and I'm far from a fraud

Boss Hogg Outlawz, Boyz N' Blue click

Got's to come through, in a what type whip

That's the what car, sipping on bar

In my what hood, I'm a ghetto superstar

Hogging shining, diamonds be blinding

When I'm coming through, yes I keep my hoes minding

Yes I got hoes, might ride 4's

Got's to come through, keep the crease in my clothes

Roc-A-Wear pants, Roc-A-Wear shirt

Catch me in my hood, and I'm putting in work

I might sell X, I might sell drank

Might cash a check, go 'head to the bank

Cash what the profit, no I can't stop it

Might hit a switch, hell yeah I'ma drop it

Drop it on a slab, giving boys dab

Back in the game, Purt use to call cabs

Now I'm riding chrome, out the Acres Home

Hop on the mic, gon get my flow on

Going off the dome, yes I go long

It's that PJ, hollin' at that damn whoadie out the Stone

Them my damn dogs, out the motherfucking click

Boss Hogg Outlawz, yeah we getting rich

I ain't playing, no fucking games

Catch you what talking down, going for your brain

I'ma what aim, I'ma aim the glock

Bust me a shot, now your ass out

Bring the yellow tape, the track got raped

It's the PJ, I know these boys gon hate

I know they talking down, but I'ma what shine

I'ma come through, get the shit up off my mind

Stack my feddy, yes I'm ready

I ain't even tripping, on the flow I'm deadly

I can what wreck, I can what preach

I ain't even tripping, yeah pull out the sweep

That's the streetsweeper, late night creeper

Back in the game, use to have the damn beeper

[Kyleon:]

Use to have the beeper, flows like either I'm hot

Get out of line, boys finna get shot

With the glock, that's my damn nina

It's the boy Kyleon, I stay's mo' cleaner

Evesal on my ass, might be in white T

Looking at my feet, I see the Air Force Ones fucking Nike

Means they like me, but I'm not a Franchise Boy

Killa Kyleon, I'm the real deal McCoy

Holla at my boy, that's the damn whoadie

Looking at the time, I see platinum eyes Roley

Holla at the Eat Em boys, out the Acres Home

It's the boy Killa, and I'm riding on chrome

Got's to go long, got's to just wreck it

Not 9-6, I ain't finna show my naked

Putting on my clothes, I'm putting red monkey

It's the boy Killa, I'm a freestyle junkie

Holla, at the fucking PJ

Might see me and my dog, on the damn freeway

In the GT, that's the Bentley Coupe

Smelling like jook, got's to say oops

Cause I might fall off, no sir I'm not having it

Get the microphone, Kyleon's gon grabbing it

Looking at the cabinet, hold up man I done fucked up

Damn, I done fucked up

[Slim Thug:]

Boy done fucked up, go on 'head pass the flow

Grab the microphone, let the Boss Man go

Gon talk shit, don't love a bitch

Boss Hogg Outlawz, yeah that's the click

It's Outlaw season, haters stop breathing

I'ma bust the tech, till you haters get to leaving

Leaving the earth, been a baller since birth

Gotta shoot the deuce, to the C and the Purt

And my nigga Killa, can't forget about the Dai'

Every Sunday, we at the park is how we play

With the trunk open, yellow hoes scoping

I'ma swang the swangs, till the swangs get broken

H-Town repping, high steaks stepping

Coming through the boulevard, Boss Hogg repping

Representing the click, leaving boys sick

Bitches on dick, cause a nigga got rich

Got a lot of paper, you can't fuck with me

If you got a problem with the Boss, come get me

Quit all the talking, start with the walking

I'ma l-leave these boys dead, wrapped in chalk'n

Cause I ain't playing, Northside staying

Been the first nigga, with the grill and you know what I'm saying

In the Tex, invisible set cut

I don't give a fuck, bout a motherfucking slut

Keep a bitch with a big fat butt, on my side

When I ride through the North, South or Eastside

Can't forget about the West, keep a hundred thousand on my chest

Don't bar plex, and I represent the Tex

If you niggaz disrespect, you get killed

All about getting my fucking paper, yeah the scrill

Stay dollar bills, stay up in my pocket

When you see the Boss riding clean, you can't knock it

Got up on my hustle, got up on my grind

When I hit the H-Town streets, yeah I shine

Shutting boys down, been doing it for a couple years

Man them haters see me man, I make em wanna cry tears

Cause a nigga, looking good

Representing for the Homestead, that's the hood

All the way over, to the motherfucking Acres

Had to show them boys, Northside stacking paper

Never been a bitch, never been a hoe

Grab the microphone, I'm a freestyle pro

All about the do', can't spit shit so-so

Riding on fo' 4's, hell yeah I'm bl-blowing on the dro

Gotta, keep it lit

When them hoes see me, hell yeah I'm the shit

Dropping bumper kits, when I pull up on the scene

Might ride blue, or I might ride gleam fuck

[talking:]

Come on with it G

Give it to me again dog, I'm fucked up