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[Intro]
Fuck that nigga Slim! You the motherfucking boss! [Chorus] I call shots - like a boss Stack knots - like a boss Cop drops - like a boss On top - like a boss Paid Tha Cost - like Tha Bo$$ When I floss - like a boss Big house - like a boss Rep the North - like a boss Who the boss nigga? Who the motherfucking boss? Who the boss nigga? Who the motherfucking boss? Who the boss nigga? Who the motherfucking boss? Who the boss nigga? You see the motherfucking boss! [Verse] I'm Slim Thugger motherfucker! Tha Boss of all bosses That's right! AKA - he who the King of the North is! Wars won, no losses; who want to compete? With the chief of the police, who got the keys to the streets I'm a full time hustler, part-time rhymer I'm having thangs Pha-real [Pharrell] You punks ain't no Grinders You fools just went to school and learned to use Pro Tools? And tried to cop you a G, lose, on the ten o'clock news You can't survive in my shoes or afford to pay my dues Wit your cartoon crews, you niggaz destined to lose! I rock Eminem and 50 Cent crowds And spend most of my weekends cruising above clouds From the West to the Southway to the East Coast I switch time zones more than ho's switch clothes I was born to be on top (top), born to call shots (shots) Born to cop drops and trick off fats knots, like a boss! [Chorus] [Verse] Call me Sarge, I'm the head nigga in charge You see the be |
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| 4:51 |
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(Slim Thug)
(Hook 2x) When I hit the club all the girls show me love While Im at the bar, got drank by the jug In the v.i.p with the chicks and the drugs Its the T.I.P, Bun-B and Slim Thug (Slim Thug) (Verse 1) I got drank by the pint Dro by the pound Headed to the club in the boss top down Slim Thug bout to clown represent H-town If you love me you gon smile If you hate me you gon frown Cause me and my bosshoggs bout to ball till we fall This year,I won't stall, Slim Thugga want it all Goin solo, first cd out that nots slow-mo Heres another hit thanks to the drank and they do-do Fa sho though we got the club shut down Tryna pick which chick Ima cut now Got a fetish for thick girls thats caramel brown On a hunt and uggh guess what I just found Come in v.i.p with me boo, while we post up We blowin purple stuff we pourin purple stuff We blowin rolled up stuff, ya can tell that we rich It Slim Thugga, T.I.P and Bun-B bitch! (Hook) (T.I.) (Verse 2) Ay ay ay 22's on a brand new Coupe wit no roof (roof) A hundred and fifty doller tennis shoes, no suits We some ballers pimp you oughta be followin our suits No ad-libbin nigga jus do like I do (do) Dont get it confused but dude Im not you (you) If you ain't heard the news Im known to speak truth (truth) Thats why Im at the bar buyin all these green goose (ay ay ay) Passin it to the wall but mayne is they loose That ma nigga Slim Thug they mean what they do Say the black one a slut but the red would cut too (too) Give 'em number to the suite and tell 'em to fall threw (threw) And tell that nigga ESG and Paul Wall too I know Bun did had been fun wit them freaks, yeah (yeaaaaa) Do it like a G for Screw and Pimp c From the A but got all of Houston with me At the superbowl full of ?? nigga! (Hook) (Bun B) (Verse 3) We goin hard in the paint like Carmello (Carmello) This is for the boys who sip purple and sip yellow (yellow) Shorty shake ya jelly like jello (huh) She curvy like a J.lo Damn baby poke me off before I even said "hello" (said hello) Is it the car, is it the ice is it the grill (is it the grill) Cause Im a star that pay the price to keep it trill (keep it trill) She at the bar, she lookin nice, she on da pill And she got two more wit her ready so tell me how you feel (hol up) See pimpin ain't made nigga pimpin ain't raised nigga Nigga pimpin is born Pimpin since its early dayz (right) These niggaz get to trippin playa pimpin ain't lazy And if ya miss Pimp C throw up ya dueces and ya tres (mayne) We thought of many ways and perfected the grind (grind) Makin million dollas more six figa checks will get signed (signed) Slim Thug you up next to shine and I can't even lie Wit me and T.I.P you done wrecked 'em this time foo! (time foo) (Hook) |
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Diamonds pressing up against the woodgrain wheel (Haa)
When you see a pimp shining bitch tell me how you feel (I got the) Diamonds pressing up against the woodgrain wheel (Yeah) When you see a pimp shining bitch tell me how you feel (I got the) Diamonds pressing up against the woodgrain wheel When you see a pimp shining bitch tell me how you feel (That's right) Diamonds pressing up against the woodgrain wheel When you see a pimp shining bitch tell me how you feel Now who other than Slim Thugga, still tippin on fo's Wrapped up in gator boe's closing them candy doe's Drank poe'd music slow how I roll when I'm flossin' Trunk cracked in the back I'm in my lack big bossin' I got the diamonds pressin' up against the woodgrain wheel When you see a playa' shining bitch tell me how you feel I'm tryin to chill cause pussy niggaz ain't real Gon' make me drop 'em with the hands or pop 'em with the steel I'm the dirty south boss them other suckas is clones Misrepresenting Texas with them weak ass songs Screens showin' trunk glowin' while I flip through the hood Big diamonds, shining, blinding, while I'm grippin my wood I got the.. I got the diamonds pressin' up against the woodgrain wheel Butter top dropping on the candy Coupe Deville Cup full of drank man we poppin' pint seals The candy trunk bangin while I drop the fifth wheel Riding so low I got my hand up on the steel Them jackers tryin'a plot I bet the glock'll make 'em chill I'm straight up outta Texas yeah the land of the trill When you see a pimp shining bitch tell me how you feel Had to bring back the foe's made them put away the choppers Got the candy blue shining while I'm swangin on the boppers Keep straight through stop signs fuck if the law stop us Screamin' free Pimp see to the motherfucking coppers I got the.. Diamonds |
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| 3:48 |
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[Hook]
Boyz-N-Blue, straight at you Now tell me, what are you gonna do - 2x When we come at you Uh, uh, uh.. [Sir Daily] I break the microphone with ease, it's a gift to me I treat the track like a pigeon, just pimp the beat Daily sounds banging loud, like a symphony You fake niggaz trying to mack, it's just sense to me I'ma keep it on the real, bout this Hogging life Everyday we chasing scrill, trying to ball for life Keep the money on my mind, number one all time Other dummies gonna wine, when we come out shining It's plain and simple, I'ma get this do' Kick a nigga in his face, like I kick his do' Spit a nigga in the face, like I spit this flow Daily riding solo, known for spending his do' I'ma hit this hoe, then change locations Cause I'm hungry for the green, so I stay's impatient Green light on the mic, I'ma change the nation Sir Daily on the mic, so don't change the station [Hook] [Kyleon] Killa nice with his hands, like Vince Dasene Keep a semi with a light, that's named Prince Hakim Get more respect than a king, and a prince you seen I heard you nice with the mic, gotta convince my team I wreck every beat I'm on, cause it's my duty mayn Make a hit and don't say shit, like Putie Tang I can hit a chick and don't pay shit, it's big pimping Rock and handcuffing or saving a trick, you big sissy So pay me what you owe me, on the block I put this part up to your Cavaliers, I'm like Kobe with the glock Or Obi-One-Kinobi, with the glock Cause I put the beam to your head, and rob you niggaz blind When you blink, and your bread in Have you niggaz hollering, and scream When you scared in, a hospital bed And you dream that you dead, but you're not Get you shot glock, shot when it's popped Then it's cocked and unlocked, from the top [Hook] [Slim Thug] It's grind time, I'm feeling like this is my prime I got a lot of shit on my mind, when I put it down I'm trying to put seven circles, behind my dolla signs And push a drop top, that's hand designed With a be |
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[Intro- Pharrell] Muhfuckers we them! STAARRR TRAAAK RIIIDERS YEAH!!! (WHOO! C`MON!) [Chorus - Slim Thug] I don`t take`em out to eat I ain`t here to trick or treat I ain`t trying to fix your weave I ain`t heard of that !! I`m just here to train ho`s Put`em who to `Change Clothes` I know you heard of that!! Change your whole attitude It`s time to take off your cool If it make you wanna move, then move My niggaz get up on it, live bitches throw it back Ma, act like you want it I know you heard of that!! [Verse-Slim Thug] I`m the Young Texas A-Rod, KG of the game LeBron James, you niggaz must not know my name I`m Slim Thugger motherfucker! Tha Big Boss of the South And I don`t just talk it wit my mouth I back it up wit my vow Before Jimmy cut the check, it was 50 on my neck And over 50 in my ear, I`m the Rookie of the Year I`m here - for the `Takeover`, not out to replace Hova But there`s a new hustla in town, yeah the brake`s over Don`t get me confused wit the rest of them dudes I`ve been Tha Boss down South, I`m just new to a few Please believe, them niggaz don`t do what I do I got everything them other rappers got times two (WHOO! C`MON!) [Chorus - Slim Thug] I don`t take`em out to eat I ain`t here to trick or treat I ain`t trying to fix your weave I ain`t heard of that !! I`m just here to train ho`s Put`em who to `Change Clothes` I know you heard of that!! Change your whole attitude It`s time to take off your cool If it make you wanna move, then move My niggaz get up on it, live bitches throw it back Ma, act like you want it I know you heard of that!! [Verse - Slim Thug] I`m the new problem outta Houston, you got word of that? It`s Slim Thug and Neptunes, I know you heard of that Ask your girl, she`ll tell ya the truth Your boys cool, but you can`t fool wit the Boyz-N-Blue I got something on my neck worth more than yo house I got something in my yard worth more than yo spouse I got something on my wrist worth more than ya team And that car you think clean ain`t worth more than my ring(hold up!) Who you know roll Bentley `fore the album drop? And still got a few from Pharrell to make the album hot? (Slim Thug!) Yea I hear y`all but don`t see you niggaz Y`all just making words rhyme, y`all ain`t seeing these figgas!! (WHOO! C`MON!) [Chorus - Slim Thug] I don`t take`em out to eat I ain`t here to trick or treat I ain`t trying to fix your weave I ain`t heard of that !! I`m just here to train ho`s Put`em who to `Change Clothes` I know you heard of that!! Change your whole attitude It`s time to take off your cool If it make you wanna move, then move My niggaz get up on it, live bitches throw it back Ma, act like you want it I know you heard of that!! [Bridge - Pharrell Williams] Go on and move your cool if you want to (get out your seat girl) Go on and make your moves if you want to (I said get up) You can act a fool if you want to, you know you wit them STAARRR TRAAK RIIIDERS YEAH!!! [Verse - Slim Thug] You rolling clean? I saw the shit you drive You need to call MTV and tell`em pimp your ride I`m tired hearing all y`all wimps wit all y`all lies Fake niggaz dissapear, real niggaz let`s ride I`m rich bitch like Dave Chapelle Ask Geffen and Interscope why I gave`em hell My advance was more than most rappers get paid from sales I made`em pay for all the days I was living in hell, yeah! Now my estate sit on top of the lake It feels great, I got an R&B chick as my mate (Thugger!) I does it big my nig, I deserve a plaque It`s Boss Hogg Outlawz, I know ya heard of that! (WHOO! C`MON!) [Chorus] [Bridge] |
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| 3:30 |
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[Chorus - Slim Thug]
I was taught only reach for the heat if you busting So when lift this shirt that's the end of discussion Click clack motherfuckers! - I ain't trying to hear nothing! Click clack motherfuckers! - I ain't trying to hear nothing! [Verse - Slim Thug] When snitch niggaz give police clues to watch Well I'm a give them faggot niggaz news to watch My trigger blow niggaz out they shoes and socks I guarantee I won't miss you if I use the dot I'm Slim Thugga motherfucker! best respect my G! Or they gon say they name after R.I.P How dare you pussy niggaz' tissue slugs bout me Cause then I'm a get to show ya how thug I be! And I don't give a FUCK what set you claim They got rich niggaz that blow out brains Just cause you from the projects don't mean you hard Most of them hoods y'all repping ain't seen you broads! [Chorus - Slim Thug] I was taught only reach for the heat if you busting So when lift this shirt that's the end of discussion Click clack motherfuckers! - I ain't trying to hear nothing! Click clack motherfuckers! - I ain't trying to hear nothing now! Don't make me pull it on ya! on ya! on ya! ya hear me?! Don't make me pull it on ya! on ya! on ya! [Verse - Pusha T] Big home, big car, big jewelry Whispers in the street, all the talk of robbery Ain't no Quad Studio, Tupac and P For every watch there's a glock, come shop with me Hood DVDs the closest you get to TV BE or MT, the whole world done see me VH1 Behind the Scenes, there's bout to be a three-peat So keep on rewinding your part and others try and defeat me Strap like the movie, better yet the sequel Strap Before Rap, we'll call that the prequel I told ya wit the pen, there shall be none equal But since he ain't write it, that makes him more lethal! UUSSSHH!! [Chorus] [verse - Slim Thug] I was taught only reach for the heat if you busting So when lift this shirt that's the end of discussion Click clack motherfuckers! - I ain't trying to hear nothing! If you smart you gon hit the ground running and ducking A lot of rap niggaz be trying to play hard Knowing damn well that they lying and they fraud They talk that hard shit when somebody press record When there's beef in the streets they run to their body guard I'm still a hood nigga, you can catch me on the block And when I'm the club you can catch me wit the glock I know them jackas plotting trying to catch me wit a knot But we gon see if them laws can come catch me when he's shot [Chorus] |
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| 4:19 |
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Everybody loves a pimp
Sha tapperbacker preach Everybody loves a pimp Sha tapperbacker preach Everybody loves a pimp The way I talk the way I dress I keep so clean I'm fresh (everybody loves a pimp) The ice I wear the car I drive (everybody loves a pimp) The ho's I got they look so fly (everybody loves a pimp) When ya pimpish ya pimpin (everybody loves a pimp) When ya pimpish ya pimpin (everybody loves a pimp) You know tha boss got bitches galore you may have a lot of bitches but he got much more from dkny to the Malibu shores I got a chick in ever city I can Go on tour and you need a pimp in yo life that is gonna guide you right won't hand cuff you when you tryin' to creep at night I don't sleep at night anymore But now I don't care I be hibernating call me yogi the bear I'm a pimp baby that's why I hold my nuts and walk with a limp baby I know you get tired of all this sense So go and hop on my team and loose your wimp baby Everybody loves a pimp Sha sha tapperback preach Everybody loves a pimp Sha sha tapperback preach Everybody loves a pimp The way I talk the way I dress Keep so clean I'm fresh Everybody loves a pimp The ice I wear the car I drive Everybody love a pimp The ho's I got they look so fly Everybody loves a pimp When ya pimpish ya pimpin Everybody loves a pimp When ya pimpish ya pimpin Slim ain't wit gettin' drama wit chicks so when my boo turn bitch That's my cue to switch you gonna catch me throwin' lics 'cause my feelings involved I just erase 'em out the black book problem solved Best she learn how to keep her mouth closed I got zero toleration for ho's move to the next one there's plenty of fish in the sea plus there's plenty other Chicks that dig me I'm a pimp baby that's why I hold my nuts and walk with a limp baby I know you're tired of dealing wit all this sense baby so go on and hop On my team and loose your wimp baby I know you sit by a lot of suckas my advice is keep it pimpin all you see me with is g's and hustlas still a pimp gonna keep on runnin it (bitch where's my money) I see the game do it cardeyay I still keep my money Pleaze belive it slim thug can't get it eazy |
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| 4:45 |
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Yeah! Yeah! Slim Thugga!
I don't think they ready for this beat We gon take them boys to Texas right quick You know Tha Boss talk shit, walk shit, floss shit Like it don't cost shit, that's why I'm Tha Boss bitch Got a million worth of cars, bought a million dollar house From making words rhyme out my million dollar mouth You can see the watch gloss when you see Tha Boss walk I keep my lips closed cause it cost when I talk I'm so flashy, rims so glassy Pull the dropper out, we gon show them boys nasty Hood rats harrass me, I don't want the drama They wanna get put up so they could be me baby mama But I'm a chill, I'd rather work wood wheel And throw them vogues and grills on candy automobiles I'm still tipping on vogues, closing candy blue doors From the old caddy coupe to the new blue Rolls I'm from the hood living good, so I'm pimping I ain't got my plaque in yet, but I'm already platinum Mayne I'm already platinum Mayne I'm already platinum You know I'm already platinum Mayne I'm already platinum Skating ass mister, money making ass mister That Star Trak sign getting way damn bigger Put Snoop in a coupe, I put Slim in a slab I put them motherfuckers out wit that one-two jab Wit the - glamorous jewels, wit the chandelier hues Everytime I wave my wrist it makes the channel 3 news In that 100 EX, that two-door shit Look in my rear view, listen you're too close Thicke You got it wrong, I don't touch the heaters Though my Ice Cream sneakers got the drug dealer beepers Don't let your Ego eat ya, shh! let me teach ya All that brrrr make ya chest look just like some pizza Huh! You see what's happening, we King Kong smashing em When new bitches is on my arm, the paparazzi is snapping em The future's ours - and yours is blackening Me and Tha Boss nigga, we already platinum You ain't saying shit, you're weak and prom too I'm making money making beats, and plus I pop too Playa chill, don't get ya body chopped & screwed Have ya sucking through a straw just to opt for food About face and walk our way on too Let the ladies in here do what they gon do Seem like my wrist been dipped in diamond fondue It's not just me, my man got one too I got my mind on cash and my grind on smash Nowadays I gotta count my money by the bags I done ran through the rags, now I get to see riches Went from having rats to the superstar bitches Used to never leave out them Northside blocks Now I'm going to parties in Miami on yachts And the grind don't stop, everytime you hear me rapping Without the plaque in, I'm still already platinum It feels so good ma, ma to be platinum E.V.S diamonds and Bentley macking So sick this VSOPN a passion And after that you and I will be smashing |
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| 3:34 |
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That's right
I went from ashy to classy, to classic Quarter million dollar car, you can't pass me Haters can you hear me now, I can barely hear you Mother fuckers too far in my rearview I went from ashy to classy, to classic Quarter million dollar car, you can't pass me Haters can you see me now, a nigga pocket so swoll They can't stand to see a young nigga home, ballin' outta control Started out a little young nigga, 'bout 15 Tryin' to figure out ways to get big green Had dreams of rock gleams, top down on the old school 'Cause the hustla's ridin' clean looked so cool You know the rules, I got in where I fit in Why not hit the block, all my other brothers did it Had to get out there and get it on my own 'Cause when you turn 16, nowadays you grown Mama did her best, 'cause I never missed a meal But I'm tired of takin' money that shit needed for bills, you feel me? I'm tryin' to take a little weight up off her back So I'm takin' up the slack, thanks to feens wantin' crack A 50 pack, to a half, to a whole To be 15 nigga, my pockets on swoll', huh I'm finally 'bout to get my chance to go pro And let the city know Slim thug gettin' dough I went from ashy to classy, to classic Quarter million dollar car, you can't pass me Haters can you hear me now, I can barely hear you Mother fuckers too far in my rearview I went from ashy to classy, to classic Quarter million dollar car, you can't pass me Haters can you see me now, a nigga pocket so swoll They can't stand to see a young nigga home, ballin' outta control Now I'm the one ridin' clean, just made 17 But I aint' satisfied with the cash the block bring And them law snatchin' niggas off the block every night 'Cause boys treatin' this shit 'cause it's a normal 9 to 5 Instead of trying to put their paper in a row These niggas on the block hustlin' till they get caught But a, my mama didn't ain't no fool I had to chill for a minute and just focus on school And if I wasn't in the hall gettin' ho's I was chillin' wit' my niggas spittin' flows Next thing you know I'm at the club doin' shows And gettin' bank rolls when I step through the doors My pussy rate at an all-time high And ain't too much shit that I want I can't buy I'm livin' good, everyday stay fly I guess that's why the niggas in the hood say hi I went from ashy to classy, to classic Quarter million dollar car, you can't pass me Haters can you hear me now, I can barely hear you Mother fuckers too far in my rearview I went from ashy to classy, to classic Quarter million dollar car, you can't pass me Haters can you see me now, a nigga pocket so swoll They can't stand to see a young nigga home, ballin' outta control Nowadays I'm a made man And word is Slim Thug is a very well paid man I'm Ray Banned up, top down, mashing Lookin' in the rearview at the haters that I'm passin' So please stop with them questions you askin' I'm a hustla, I'ma stay smashing Quarter million dollar cars, I'm livin' like a star VIP with the bar, players buyin' out the bar And even though a nigga didn't shoot hoops I still found ways to make NBA loot A young nigga got his pockets on swoll' They can't stand to see a young nigga home, ballin' outta control I went from ashy to classy, to classic Quarter million dollar car, you can't pass me Haters can you hear me now, I can barely hear you Mother fuckers too far in my rearview I went from ashy to classy, to classic Quarter million dollar car, you can't pass me Haters can you see me now, a nigga pocket so swoll They can't stand to see a young nigga home, ballin' outta control |
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Tell me when to go.. tell me when to go (c'mon!)
(You ain't think we was gon do what we gon do niggaz!) (WHAT!) Straight from the streets of H-Town (Turn this shit the fuck up!) Slim Thugga! Boss Hogg Outlawz! (hahaha) Star Trak! OHHHHHHHHH!!!! Playa you don't know You ain't seen nothing like this here before Playa you don't know You ain't seen nothing like this here before You ain't seen them Boyz how they get that dough Late night at the club pulling drank and dro Put 100 grand up just to get that ho Next day right back on the block for more, noo Attention! All my G's getting money hit the dance floor And show the club what we out here getting grands for A double shot on the rocks, what you playing for Buy a bottle by the bar, get your man's dough You know me fella, same ol' Thug Wit the chicks and drugs up in the club Dro smoke, getting high wit my folks Red eyes, I'm a hide behind Gucci shades Ho's say I'm a dog nigga, naw I'm a Hogg nigga I got money, so fuck it I'm a ball nigga Them other boys just out here rapping it While I'm a young nigga out here having it I make boys get they weight up, haters get they hate up When you see Tha Boss coming I suggest you put ya date up Cause the Jacob looking good and it match wit the piece Errbody wanna know what's that on the boy teeth Ear lobes on hang, eight karats outta tell It cost a baller 100 g's for a pair, yeah I'm getting money and it feel real good mayne And ain't a damn thing changed, I'm still hood mayne All the broads used to cap, wanna fuck now Cause they see a young nigga getting bucks now! I pull up in the Range truck like what now It's real strange how they wanna get cut now Do the soulja bounce! do the soulja bounce! (how you do it?) Ya let ya shoulda's bounce! Ya let ya shoulda's bounce! Just let ya shoulda's bounce! let ya shoulda's bounce! Just let ya shoulda's bounce! let ya shoulda's bounce! I mean it ain't much to talk about When everyday I walk about a million dollar house Like a motherfucking Boss! If I want it I'm a get it, it don't matter what it cost You ain't gotta take my word, ask them boys down south You ain't gotta take they word, you can find me on the North Take a trip to my city, ask somebody where Tha Boss? Used to hit the hood, trunk full of things of that south Now I'm getting 16 for 16's out my mouth So it ain't shit to me to look clean when I floss In the wide body slab with the candy blue gloss I ain't worried bout them haters gon talk whachu talk I'm on the grind getting mine, nigga fuck whachu though! |
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| 4:27 |
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I love ya Miss Mary
I love ya Miss Mary I love ya Miss Mary This ain't a love song This a thug song I'm so in love with you Miss Mary (Miss Mary!) I can't picture my life without you cause it gets scary (Gets scary!) When I'm down I need you around in a hurry (In a hurry!) And calm me down from my hard times and my worries (Miss Mary!) I'll hold you close to me late at night Face to face we meet and greet and everythangs iight Ya nothing less then a dime when you in my sight And through the dark days you know how to bring the light I remember the first time I kissed ya My first experience with love is when I finally hit ya And I'm a thug but fuck it I ain't gon lie I miss ya I wanna spend everyday of the rest of my life with ya We break up to make up but we can't stay apart (No!) It feel like forever when we spend a day apart (Fa show!) So begging you to come back as I play my part (Oh!) It's a shame how you just had your way with my heart I love ya Miss Mary And when we out in crowds, I still hold you like I'm proud You make me feel like I'm in heavin walking on clouds You stay fresh new tags I keep you with new bags You make a nigga feel good I can't help but brag And I know my so called friends trinna hit you whyle I'm gone Play with you whyle I'm gone, split you whyle I'm gone But you always stay faithfull cause this is ya home And you know your man, I never treat you wrong And my moms gets pissed off when I bring you around She always hit us with, " Ya'll get up out my house right now! " If she only knew how I was shacked up back when I was a kid And how late nights I was sneaky went in and out of the crib To my nose your scent is just as sweet as a rose I wasn't impressed by them others so you the one I chose To roll with, settle down and go with I love you Miss Mary and I show it and make sure she knows it You take away all my bad times Put a smile on my face through my sad times Been down with me way before I had shine I feel like I owe you half the cash from my rhymes (I wasn't gonna talk about this here man but uhhh) I used to abuse ya and try to missuse ya We exchanged a bunch of blows back when I was a loser You used to trip when I sang won't no more seeds I had enough stress on my life please believe I lost a lot of paper when I moved you to Philly Broke you off a bunch of green you had me trippin' but still we Maintained to stick together through the ups and downs And when I ain't have nobody else, you was around It all worked out in the end you payed me back times ten When I was broke on my ass you gave me cash to spend And hit that highway with the pack of gin And put me on my feet with the stacks of benze (Miss Mary) I want you in my life 'till death do us part (Miss Mary) Cause you've been down with a nigga from the start (Miss Mary) You're the only thing that can claim my heart Miss Mary Jane you deserve more fame for your art |
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| 4:35 |
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| 4:10 |
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Nigga we hustlers, we please our customers
Pay me or I'm a bust ya! this is my life! In the hood we funnel, dough by the bundle I make a fucking ton folk! this is my life niggaz! Bentleys to Hummers, winters to summers Ya can't take it from us! wit all my ho's saying! (Here without ya babe, I never wanna live without ya babe!) I'm a G! We riding! - we riding! - we riding! - we riding! Let's get to it G! We riding! - we riding! - we riding! - we riding! Let's get to it G! Let's get to it G, I grind hard if anybody time do it's me I'm from the hood mayne, where niggaz good slang And they'll take ya head off for a lil change (yeah!) Was lower class (yeah!) broke no cash (yeah!) Had to get up off my ass and make this time pass Wasn't fast, but it eventually came, I'm a G in the game Street rich niggaz, born to get figgas If you ain't starting on no team you fucking wit us Everything you niggaz done I done done it twice Me and my Hoggz nothing nice, this is my life! Where ya Bentley? Where ya Rolls? Where ya diamondz nigga? where ya ho's? Ya probably make a lil cash out shows But I spend that type of cash on ho's We big bosses, in big houses This ain't no ordinary cars, we big flossas I made it legal now, fuck them people now! Me and my thugs don't budge when them people round I hold shit down, got the key to the town Young Slim Thugga, I'm the realest around Everything you niggaz done, I done done it twice Me and my Hoggz nothing nice, this is my life! I had to get rich, or either sit bitch Fuck rolling shotgun I had to get my own shit! And they respect me now, I'm Tha Boss of the town Slim Thug getting love when he floss around And I can be found on the same block That got one of my brothers locked and the other one shot But I ain't pushing no rocks or running from cops I'm just chilling wit my niggaz posted up on a drop Naw! Ain't shit changed, just switched games My bank account ain't the same, but I'm still the same Everything you niggaz done, I done done it twice Me and my Hoggz nothing nice, this is my life! |
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My nigga Sleep Dog, you showed a young nigga how to ball
Never settled for small, my dog had it all I can't believe you gone, I'm trying to stay strong Damn what the fuck went on, when you went wrong I remember the call on my phone, saying my nigga was gone I never seen Corn and Sha, look so alone This was the worst day, you died on Cogo birthday It hurt me, to see that look on they face We all gathered on the block, everybody in shock That day, it felt like the world came to a stop We lost a major dude, one of our click team captains I got numb, when I heard how it happened damn Fake niggaz and hoes showing up, like they feel how we feel Still trying to be down, but shit we know who all real We don't want no more friends, our family complete We just got one sleeping six feet deep, my nigga It's fucked up when a dog gotta die, when he trying to get his bone I dedicate this to my niggaz gone You know the type that just try to keep a steak on the table, while they home I dedicate this to my niggaz gone This for my niggaz on the left and right of Jesus, while he sitting on his throne I dedicate this to my niggaz gone And to them niggaz that shot ya when we see you, best believe that it's on I dedicate this to my niggaz gone My nigga use to ride with me (yep), get high with me (yep) And fly with me (yep), slice them pies with me (yep) Spray them guys for me (yep), and die for me (yep) But (damn fool), why this way I'm still not over my nigga Stessa, Stank you still missed My life was getting a lot better, until I ran into this A tragedy a gangsta, my nigga had to be Lil' chief don't know what's going on, and shit that's sad to see Cortiana a star, we gon watch over her man Courtney, she kinda know but she don't really understand What's going on, I-Pop and Heaven at home My nigga kept his family first, so I know where he gone He left Corn with a lot to look after, he can take it Not from your mother but we your brothers, so I know you gon make it You got Sha you got Chad, you got Troy you got me Ray, Ed, Mo, Shannon and Kenny G We your family nigga, so wipe the tears from your eyes Stay focused get your paper, and stay on the rise You a hustler, and a jacker can't take that Your brother Sleep gone, cause haters hate my nigga My nigga use to ride with me (yep), get high with me (yep) And fly with me (yep), slice them pies with me (yep) Spray them guys for me (yep), and die for me (yep) But (damn fool), why this way We had to wait crying, our dog a victim of a hate crime These haters hate, cause he shined at all times Seeing the way Sleep Dog ball, made a nigga chase paper Remember the day you gave me your chain, at my show at The Maker Get your shine on youngster, we love to see that When I put candy on the Excursion, he loved to see that We showed up, Sleep part of the reason I blowed up When them haters saw how hard we ball, they fold up He lived life to the fullest, everything to the extreme Done so much, I think my nigga ran out of dreams From cars clothes to hoes, competition is none We had fun, like Nelly say we number one I know Sha gon hold your name, and keep the click on game Now I don't like to ride solo, I stay with a gang Went from a sawed off gauge, to three AK's believe that |
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