Lyrics:
Geyeah
Slim Thugga
Boss Hogg Outlawz, Jim Jonsin, ha
Representin this Texas mayne
Back
I run, the streets all night and day (The hood love Thug
rude bwoy, never am I coy
You can be a shorty in my ill convoy
Not to come across as a thug or a hood (what?)
But hon', you got the goods, like
Hey, hey, we keeping it real, samba baby
[Chorus]
If you need love I'm loving, if you need a thug I'm thugging, if you need a hustla,
Whatever
Bundles
Move just like Jason
Bitch, don't test my patience
Bitch, money my odor
I ball, check my floater
Gold grill in my mouth and
My bitch by my
up
Ha, you ain't never had to show up
Baby mama called child support 'cause I'm goin' dumb
Yeah, out in Bomp' 'cause I know the thugs
Louis Vuitton
A couple of mo' classes to fuck with me, ha
[Hook]
[Slim Thug]
Correct me if I'm wrong, anywhere in this song
The same nigga who stole your cash, is who's
catch y'all up in the next life
We're in traffic
Ay do this Thug style main, Thug style
When this whole beat drop we just
Gon' run it to 'em bet it's all
niggas
and we leave our competition
like where was none for us.
shit got borin'
back to the hood to where the thugs and fiends
sold crack in the hood
took
happened?)
(The motherfuckin' wheels) yeah
Ride with it on us (okay, so what happened?)
You ever seen a nigga get shot by the Staples Center?
Next day
a thug thang, Outlaw nigga with riches
Cream dreamin', motherfucker, on a mash for bitches
Check my résumé, sippin' on Cristal and Alizé
Smokin' on big
was a test
Swept her off her feet and went and bought her ass a Lex
Paid it off cash so I never wrote a check
Leave my cars at her crib I'm just
fours
Pimping four hoes and I'm packing four fours
[Slim Thug]
Now look who creeping look who crawling still balling in the mix
It's that six six
bounce back
like a tennis rack
she got a fat ass
slim might smack it
you can put it in yo mouth girl i won't tell
cocka dooda doo
saved by the bell
Detached from emotions got trapped jus like gojo
Slowly drifting thru tokyo like jurin bounce back 6,4
I got about mhm like 6,4
My rhymes got slim by 10
We got that green stuff, Big Tite
Lil Flip the Leprechaun, Slim Thug the Boss Hogg
Fin to put it all in why'all face
I got too much money, too
a breeze
When I ride by high
Sittin' on Tonas
Tearing up spots
And blocks in my hood ain't got no corners
'Cause we done chipped 'em all off a proper
from Miami Dade
Mouth signed check, ass can’t cash
One-time Lebron boss, D Wade flash
I can’t forget that boy UD, Udonis Has
I’m from Miami Dade County
and that's a no no
Yeah, uhh, check it
Ahh one two, ahh one two doe, niggas
In the Cadillac they call us went
From Player's Ball to ballers
Puttin the South
The general a criminal do low
Admit 'cause I'm wit it then I spit it and lit it
Niggaz timid in my vision I cause tension and thinkin'
By my presence I'm
with the shotty
I been pushing this Pontiac, imagine me in the 'Rari
Bumping "God's Whisper" by Raury, probably be with a shorty
It's probably Tuesday
for the Midwest to the Bay
But I'm from the Valley of Cali we specialize in cap peelers
Straight thug niggaz, quick to draw like Matt Dillon
Outlaws,
But we not making no G's, and that's a no no
Check it, a-one-two, a-one
"Two dope niggas in the Cadillac
" they call us
Went from "Player's Ball"
See Kris Jenner, I beep twice and I wave
The rest of you boys I blow Keysh right in your face
Pistol by my bed, I'm sleep but I'm awake
For that one
We goin' platinum, nigga
We goin' platinum
Yeah, you got the Live Squad in this motherfucker
We got my nigga Treach from Naughty by Nature in this
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