Boss Hogg Outlawz - Freestyle (track 4) lyrics

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[talking]

Run it, ladies and gentlemen

Pimps hustlas, hoes and gangstas

We wanna welcome y'all out tonight

To these Boyz-N-Blue Outlawz, gangsta party baby

I'm your host for the evening, Killa Kyleon

Hit spinner, Killa all the above

Know I'm saying, got my nigga Rayface behind me

Boys doing this thang, let's go run it uh

[Kyleon]

You might be nice, but I'm a whole lot better dog

You spit like a 22, I spit like a Baretta dog

I got a M-16, and don't work for Mrs. Thing

But when it bust, it'll paint your whole sweater dog

I'm a track rat, looking for the cheddar dog

Get a fine dime, so I can pull it out and let her slob

You niggaz gotta rob, Kyleon make paper

Like a Xerox machine, you niggaz gotta take paper

I fuck bad chicks, y'all gotta date rape her

And I make her have her change her heart, like a pace maker

I'm a cake maker, Pillsbury Dough Boy

So if your do' low, your shit need to grow boy

But why you in them streets, concentrating on getting that first dolla

Killa's in the booth, getting mo' dog

I'm not a hoe dog, by now you should know dog

Instead of keep asking Rayface, can I flow dog

I know you see the badge, looking like a snow ball

Body covered in ice, like I walked through a snow fall

I'm having thangs, like a nigga playing throw ball

But I'm small as fuck, I'm trying to get some mo' dog

It's my time to shine, I just thought I'd show y'all

That I'm first in line, I'm coming befo' y'all

And you wondering why, these people ignore y'all

It's because of my flow, they act like they don't know y'all

My vocabulary's large, and your shit is so small

Your fan base is little, and my shit is so tall

I'm gon end the flow dog, call it quits

You looking for Tha Boss 2, here it is my shit

[Slim Thug]

I'm Slim Thug, for those that don't recognize this voice

And on these underground flows, I'm the people's choice

The chicks tell me when they see me, I make they panties moist

And it ain't got nothing to do, with the blue phantom Rolls Royce

When I pass they ass up, they back-back that ass up

They want the Boss to take they ass home, and smack-smack they ass up

I don't pass they ass up, I snatch-sntach that ass up

I send 'em out to the car, and pack-pack they ass up

Then I take 'em to the pad yeah, do her bad yeah

Hit from the back pull her hair yeah, then I share yeah

I'm a pimp I don't care, yeah I work these hoes

I make these bitches turn tricks, till I hurt these hoes

Now give me lea-way, it's Slim Thee Day

I drop the top on the SL, on the freeway

Do it the G way, smoke till I can't see straight

In the hood I got more customers, than EBay

You know how we play, them Blue Boys out the North

Sir, Killa, C. Ward, Lil Mel and the Boss

Where you at Dirty South, put your hands up

And if you ball like we ball, put your grands up

Eastcoast Westcoast, put your hands up

And if you ball like we ball, put your grands up nigga

[Sir Daily]

It's the Boyz-N-Blue year, in that 0-4

We bust the clock on the game, and leave the sco' so

Yeah hot stats and numbers, spit raps that stun ya

We don't take small bills, bring these stacks in bundles

Pockets swoll and fat, Outlawz underground

Wreck the beat, they think we stole the track

Hoes peeping when I flip, how I control the Lac

Feeling good off the green, cause I blow the sack

Yeah I got them Davin's, windmilling on the freeway

Known to leave a nigga scratched up, like a DJ

So who's tipping, when you see the blue dripping

On buck screens stuck, glock nine Rug' ripping

It's none other than we, showing gloss

When we floss in the drop, or the SUV

Hit that Northside of Houston, I'll let you see

That everything we spit real, when we wrecking these beats