Boss Hogg Outlawz - Pop Lock And Drop It (Flow) lyrics

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Boss Hogg Outlawz

Headed To Da Kappa 2007 mayne

We've been doin' this shit for some years mayne

I don't even know if nobody go to Kappa anymo'... But we gon be there, Ha!

Free PJ!

Haaa Haaa!

Pull ya slabs out nigga let's roll

If ya top up, drop it to the mothafuckin' flo'

I don't know about you, but im gon' put on a show

All compliments go to that drank & that dro

Actin a iz-azz like the homie C-Wigga

Ridin' behind tint you can't see me nigga

But I see you, cause you starin' at that blue

Candy line, Nawf Side niggaz comin' down

South Side red & I ain't talkin bout bloody

I'm talkin bout the color of them slabs lil' buddy

4's pokin' out like hoes with big breasts

She don't wanna fuck me, she wanna ride DTS

Steppin' out fresh in my Boss Hogg gear

Better hide ya bitch, cause the Young Hogg is here

Tell her stop peepin', cause if she winkin', she fuckin'

I don't even want her, she nothin'

Bass be thumpin', got that King Kong in my trunk

I'mma show you boys how to stunt

Grill in the front, 5th wheel on the back

Heater in my lap for you boys who wanna jack

On the sea wall, We aint worried bout them laws

Don't fuck wit us, & we won't fuck wit ya'll

Sittin' sideways like the homie Paul Wall

Yella on my side wit no draws & no bra

She just promotin'.. the clique cause we holdin'

Boss Hogg ballas nigga ain't nothin' stolen

Then I gotta work my woodgrain wheel

That's how I feel, My neck gon' chill

Naw we ain't cappin mothafucker I'm a Hogg

Fresh out the gutta wit it, couldn't wait to ball

Couldn't wait to shine ever since I was 9

I stayed on my grind & waited for my time

Now i'm in the game, no mo' ridin' in the prime

J-Dawg a starter, I play every quarter

At the Kappa Beach, all eyes on me

Hoggin' all lanes, imma give 'em somethin' to see

Serve & Collect in my deck, badge on my neck

H out the roof, reppin', reppin' my set

Boss Hogg rider, stomp down, copp throat

H-Town nigga, BHO

fo' sho we in the do' at Da Kappa!

Boss Hogg we in the do'

Headin' to Da Kappa

I got precision' like a quarterback

Smokin' on a quarter sack

Of da dro, that got my heart beatin' slow they call it heart attack

Cartier wrist, they see my Cartier mist

A quarter million got me chillin', all this ice up on my chest

& I'm fresh!

My diamond zone lookin' like ya diamonds wrong

You must rock that Pre-K ice

Lil' boy, my diamonds grown

Tippin' in that drop boss

Trippin' wit the top off

Smokin' somethin' potent, lungs open tryinna not cough

Back streets blocked off, swangin' on you a$$holes

Zippin' past bitches, clappin' ass

See the glass 4's struttin' down the sea-wall

Swangas pokin' out

I see ya'll bangin, trunk hangin' it's sittin' up like a see-saw

& we all.. in a blue line swervin' & snakin' it

I see all.. them beautiful dimes twerkin' & shakin' it

They makin' it.. hard to focus on the road

Trippin' cause a nigga throwed

Leanin' on this muddy cup that Whoaddie poured

C-Whoaddie know.. niggaz slabs fire for-real

Got them swangs under my frame from Texas wire-in' the wheel

So gon & fire up the kill, cause we gon do this here for Burton, right!

"Free The Rap Hustla" on my Kappa T-Shirt

I'm from where the G's work

Smoke that OG's purp

Laws ask me where I'm goin, tell 'em "Kappa Beach, Sir"

Where them playas roll past

Man all of them niggaz ask, "Where You Get Them 17 Inch Swangas?"

Them hoes glancin' at Da Kappa!

G-Yeeeah! Yeeeeeeah!

It's Chris Ward!

The Boss Hogg ghetto Soprano

Touchin more keys than Scott Storch on the piano

Recognize a playaaaa, Hold up don't touch the channel

We hot like we in the Saharah wearin' a ????

Music knockin', got the doors pop, lockin' off the panel

Soundin' like the trunk is about to dis-mantle

You see I'm so Pul-Paree

& in my form of life, I done sold Cocoa Leaves

& now I got so many rides

& now i need a chaufer please...

It's the best of the best, C-dot-Dubbaya-A-R fuck it!! You know it's me

I needs no introduction, to none of these hoes

& still will get seduction, suck-tion from one of these hoes

I'm hot like oven-baked bread, So niggaz break bread

Or fake dead, Or fuck around & take lead... shots

Cause when they fire the AK, they spread

Therefore when you pussy-punk-powder-puff-motherfuckers

Hear them Blucka-Bluckas you won't have to play dead..

NAWWW!..

This for all my real niggaz..

My bad bitches on the way to that Kappa you know'm sayin'??

PJ, I'm too throwed, when I pull out I hull the road

Live my life by the G-Code, In a big blue candy slab gettin' blowed

Theese hoes on dick, when they smell my scent

Got the sun roof open with the air vents

I'm ridin' clear, mutha-fuck tint

I'm a H-Town nigga, gotta represent

Got VS diamonds all on my body

Puttin' hits on niggaz like John Gotti

'Fore you fuck wit me, better ask somebody

I'm a made man & you can't stop me

Like Jay-Z bitch, I'm the Blueprint

You rappin' ass niggaz can't do shit

I'm a real street nigga, been through shit

2008 Benz wit the roof bent

I'm ballin' ya'll, shot-callin ya'll

Boyz-N-Blue, Boss Hoggin' ya'll

Breakin' off Kappa on the sea-wall

6, 15's beatin' in a L-Dawg

Fuck a 4, nigga pour a pint

Make the shit muddy, Dawg leave the Sprite

Stop at the store, get some squares & 'gars

Roll up that shit get high as a kyte

I break these boys off just for fun, Air Force Ones, Sean John

Yella bone hoes, I leave 'em sprung

I will not quit I just begun

Hip-Hop dead?

What the fuck you mean?

We down here stackin' up major green

Slabbin' out cars, watchin T.V. screens

Pimpin' ya'll hoes, sippin' on codiene...

Uhhh!

Uhhh!

Uhhh!

Yeah!

Uhhh!

Uhhh!

Run It!

I pop my trunk open, I let my lights glow

I dunk a deuce up in my soda, & watch my Sprite..

Whoah!

I usually don't smoke, but imma start tonight though

& i'm gon be high as the sky, like where that kyte go?

If rap don't work, I'm still gon be alright though

I just head back to that block & pump that white hoe

Or that white blow, that white snow..

I got them blocks covered

Get my Katrina on, now I got the blocks flooded

Call me the pusher mayne!

I gets alot of cash

& like them Apple Bottoms, I gets alot of ass

Yeah, all my bitches bad, like LL-Cool J's song

& i get that gwop, yeah, that bumper like LL-Cool J's dome

Nigga!

Rockstar, my swag is on, better yet my McJagger on

I aint a Rolling Stone but i'm rollin' chrome

Pop, lock the drop & now the rag is gone

Pull the tag.. it's gone & it's at the fest

Hit 3rd Coast now i'm extra wet

If you fuck wit mine, I'll wet ya chest

Don't freestyle, but I collect a check

That money, cash, green, dough

Tops, drop, screens, show

Diamonds, wood, bling, glow

Rollin', slabs, swing, slow

That B

That O

That S

That S

That H

That O

That G

That G

That O

That U

That T

That L

That A

That W

That Z

That's we

Run it nigga!

It's Kappa time already mayne?

Well fuck it mayne, get that blue line together mayne

Boss Hogg Outlawz gotta show up

I'm headed to Da Kappa, still 4's & adapters

Breakin' boys off, shinin' hard like a trapper

Top laid back, & my music up loud

Beatin' up the block, while I ride by the crowd

Got the trunk in the air, watch the boppers stare

They blinded by the Boss Hogg candy blue glare

Other cliques can't compare, lookin' like "This ain't Fair"

Thugga hit the beach wit bout 10 fresh pair

Still braids in my hair, & princess cuts on my teeth

I see you boys ridin' but ya rides ain't complete

Fresh paint, new seats, got the line lookin' lovely

Ike got me right, you can't put nothing above me

Eddie came through, got the Magnums true blue

Lookin' like some twins when you see them come through

We reppin' non-stop, cause PJ on that lock

It's Kappa '07, time to let the trunk pop

Ain't a bitch on the side-line that Thugga can't fuck

Or a slab on the strip, that my Lac can't crush

I'm poured up right, got a 6 up in the Sprite

Lil' C got the Dro', we gon lean all night

we pullin' out clean, you already know

Swangin' side to side & my ride real slow

I said we pullin' out clean, you already know

Swangin' side to side & my ride real slow

MUTHA FUCKA