Boss Hogg Outlawz - Outta Control Flow lyrics

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[talking:]

Uh, Boss Hogg Outlawz

It's Outlaw season baby, Boyz N Blue uh

Here to serve and collect, you know what I'm saying

Uh what, PJ check it out what what

[PJ:]

What's up motherfuckers, how you doing how you feel

It's Outlaw season, and we hunting for scrill

What's up motherfuckers, how you doing how you feel

It's Outlaw season, and we hunting for scrill

What's up motherfuckers, how you doing how you feel

It's Outlaw season, and we hunting for scrill

On the corner posted up, boys gangbanging

Got my block on lock, big chain hanging

I get love from the hoes, much respect from the G's

Killing all snitches, cause these rats copping pleas

Say I roll solo, but I can call up a mob

If the price right nigga, I'll take up the job

PJ the young nigga, that don't sleep

On a late night creep, with a young freak

Say I chill all day, run the streets all night

I'm strapped up ready, everything's alright

Hold up wait a minute, let me hit the dro

Bitch recognize a hog, when I hit the do'

You can cry get mad, but I'm not leaving

Move around suckers, it's Outlaw season what

[Sir Daily:]

Nigga, pass the dutch

Daily in the do', got cash to touch

Bentley Sprewells, I'ma mash the clutch

Chick in my whip, I'ma mash the slut

Nigga crash for what, no sir

I'ma steal the road, never be sober I'ma still be blowed

If it stay summer time, I'll still be cold

You broke niggaz, don't feel me though

I'ma stay, on my note

From my wrist to my ring, to the chain on my throat

Nigga get paid, for everything that he spoke

Daily on top, you insane to provoke

All you lames is a joke, I get change while you broke

Fold out six, in a Range blowing smoke

Yes sir, inhale that cuz

Nigga hit the weed, what the hell that was

That hydro bud, can I buy some cuz

Not from me I don't sell, I only smoke to get high as can be

But, I can spare a little that you can clutch

Ben you see me in them streets, nigga pass the dutch

Pass the dutch

Daily in the do', got cash to touch

[Kyleon:]

I pull up looking good, with the woman on the hood

Top dropping fifth falling, hand fondling the wood

Trunk beating up the block, like child abuse

Kyle's the truth, I hang with the wildest group

Boss Hogg Outlawz, that's my gangsta team

Reclining the butter back, that's a gangsta lean

Hell yeah this gangsta bling, you know the boy glistening

Watch chain and ring, act like they auditioning

I got cookies in the oven, plus pies for sale

Plus a sixteen, boys know I'm live as hell

Coming behind me on a track, is like riding a whale

You know that ain't happening, just quit rapping and

Come to H-Town, ask bout me

Bet they tell you, ain't a damn thang whack bout me

And you gon get mo' heat, than Shaq about me

Flows dope, like I'm spitting cooked crack about me

[Chris Ward:]

On the real, who you know flow better than I

Don't say yourself, cause I'll spray this lead in your eye

I treat money like lettuce shredded, then wet it to dry

C-Wiggity-Whoadie-Weez, is one hell of a guy

Boys fall off giving up, not knowing it's better to try

But sit around, like the money gon fall dead from the sky

We make the rules in these streets, and it's best you comply

Or get layed down face down, left stretched out to die

See we X'ing haters out nigga, one by one

Then throwing away the hot heaters nigga, gun by gun

See I'm a gangsta, no not a Blood or a Crip

But I keep slugs in a clip, that'll plug up your whip

I got a connect from Cali, that send me jugs of that dip

And I love the block, so catch me hugged up with the strip

Still I got nice prices, on jugs of that sip

You can call me Chris Wizzard, or C-W

Now let's cap stack for stack, car for car

Let's rap track for track, bar for bar

Let's go battle for battle, war for war

Better yet bruise for bruise, scar for scar nigga

Tell the truth, you don't wanna compete

Got one on my hip, one in the stash and one under the seat