Boss Hogg Outlawz

(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 fuck, 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 fuck 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'fucker

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