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from Slim Thug - Already Platinum (2005)
[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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(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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[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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[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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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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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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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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from Slim Thug - Already Platinum (2005)
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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from Slim Thug - Already Platinum (2005)
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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from Slim Thug - Already Platinum (2005)
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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from Slim Thug - Already Platinum (2005)
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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from Destiny's Child - Live In Atlanta [single, live] (2006)
Swiss Beats
DC - Destiny Child Slim Thug [Slim Thug] You need to stop playing round with all them clowns and the wangstas Good girls gotta get down with them gangstas Go head girl put some back and some neck up on it While I stand up in the background and check up on it [Chorus] Ohh Boy you looking like you like what you see Won't you come over and check up on it I'm gone let you work up on it Ladies let em check up on it watch it while he check up on it Dip it, pop it, twirk it, stop it, check on me tonight [Verse] If you got it, flaunt it boy I know you want it While I turn around you watch me check up on it Oohhh you watchin me shake it I see it in ya face Ya can't take it, it's blazin you watch me in amazement You can look at it as long as you don't grab it If you don't go braggin I'ma let you have it You think that I'm teasin but I ain't got no reason I'm sure that I can please ya but first I gotta read you [Chorus] Ohh Boy you looking like you like what you see Won't you come over and check up on it I'm gone let you work up on it Ladies let em check up on it watch it while he check up on it Dip it, pop it, twirk it, stop it, check on me tonight [x2] [Verse] I can tell you wanna taste it but I'm gone make you chase it You got to be patient I like my men patient More patience, you take might get you in more places You can't be abrasive have to know to pace it If I let you get up on it you gotta make a promise That you gone put it on me like no ones put it on me Don't bore me, just show me all men talk but don't please I can be a tease but I really wanna please you [Chorus] Ohh Boy you looking like you like what you see Won't you come over and check up on it I'm gone let you work up on it Ladies let em check up on it watch it while he check up on it Dip it, pop it, twirk it, stop it, check on me tonight [x2] [Bun B] I'm checking on you boo, do what chu do And while dance I'ma glance at this beautiful view I'm keep my hands in my pants I need to glue em w/ glue I'm in a trance all eyes on you and your crew Me and my mans don't dance but to feel ya'll bump and grind It won't hurt if you gone try one time They all hot, but let me see this ones mine Its slim thug and DC outta H town [Chorus] Ohh Boy you looking like you like what you see Won't you come over and check up on it I'm gone let you work up on it Ladies let em check up on it watch it while he check up on it Dip it, pop it, twirk it, stop it, check on me tonight [x4] |
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from Slim Thug - The Boss Of All Bosses (2009)
It's Slim Thugga motherfucker, got a lot to sell
But snitches already got a lot to tell So for as y'all know all I do is just rap (huh) And give these streets something they can play in they trap (che'yeah) Last year I had to put my city back on the map This year we goin' hit em right back with a slap (that's right) I had the whole wide world tippin' on 4's (fo's) Sippin' on drank, using gland slow Claiming they the boss I guess they like my style Copy what I do, man they like my child I'm listen like damn man them boys wild Thinking to myself, man them boys loud Writing everything from my slang to my smile (damn) Thought I was goin' let it slide, hell naw! If the shoe fit very, listen tot he comparey You niggas ain't my fam, how I style you in hared I call all shots, all wins no losses (no losses) Follow me I'm the boss of all bosses I'm the boss of all bosses I'm the boss of all bosses I'm the boss of all bosses I'm the boss of all bosses Ha, fuck what'cha heard, and fuck what they talking They follow me I'm the boss of all bosses I'm the boss of all bosses I'm the boss of all bosses I'm the boss of all bosses I'm the boss of all bosses Ha H-Town, let it settle I'm a lead the way The only rapper doing everythang I say The other boys fishing (ha), go up their and Christians (ha) I'm a good dude I just gotta a lot addiction (that's right) I love getting money you can see it in my face It's like I'm bout to bust when I step my safe (che'yeah) I love getting pussy but I hate these hoes (I hate these hoes) I'm bout to hit the block and -drop the top on 4's- I know you probably tired of hearing about my cars (I know) That's what'cha get for turning good niggas to stars (that's what'cha get) What the fuck you'll do, you'll see Never had shit now you rich as you can be (what) Used to hit Lick's selling bricks in the streets (ha) Now I'm selling hits for ten times the fee (ha ha) And stand free, I ain't never seeing no jails The boss of the south goin stay giving them hell (ha) I call all shots, all wins no losses (no losses) Follow me I'm the boss of all bosses I'm the boss of all bosses I'm the boss of all bosses I'm the boss of all bosses I'm the boss of all bosses Ha, fuck what'cha heard, and fuck what they talking They follow me I'm the boss of all bosses I'm the boss of all bosses I'm the boss of all bosses I'm the boss of all bosses I'm the boss of all bosses Ha |
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from Slim Thug - The Boss Of All Bosses (2009)
Let me let y'all know something bout me man
(slim thugga motherfucker) I do this for the block I do this for the hood I do this for the streets keep me good I do it for the hustler cause I do it for the thugs I do it for the G's cause the G's show me love I came in the game 17 real loud only thing On ma mind make my mama proud Started rockin' crowds gettin' dough for show's And as the fame rolls den came the hoes Den came the cloths den came the cars Next thing I know I'ma ghetto superstar He come the haters travelin' by the packs But never mind them cause uh bitch I'm back I pour up a cup fill the swisha with good and fire it up So I can gather ma thoughts (lets get high) Mo money mo problems They say that's how it is when you live like a boss. (like a boss) You see I've been goin' on ma grind For sometimes and the streets thought a nigga fell off (hell no nigga) But if I decide to rhyme no mo rhymes I'ma still be well off (cause bitch I'm back) A born boss got nothin' to loose Still shinin' in the game got nothin' to prove Got rich and independent didn't need no deal Had paper before I signed didn't need no meal Got hustles on the side ain't got to rep And if all else fails I still got the trap I don't fuck wit you rappers Y'all fake to me I don't fuck wit y'all majors y'all snakes to me I don't care about fame fuck bein' a star Let them take all the pictures just gimme his car Den gimme his house and his watch and chain On the bank account, credit cards jock ma name (Thugga) But I guess one come wit the other So here I go I'ma writin' rap hustler I'm too blessed to complain about that So where I gotta sign? take ya pictures cause bitch I'm back I pour up a cup fill the swisha with good and fire it up So I can gather ma thoughts (lets get high) Mo money mo problems They say that's how it is when you live like a boss. (like a boss) You see I've been goin' on ma grind For sometimes and the streets thought a nigga fell off (hell no nigga) But if I decide to rhyme no mo rhymes I'ma still be well off. (cause bitch I'm back) They say stay true for hits no, fuck it I'ma gone keep it one-hundred fo the public (that's right) I dropped all ready platinum but they only sell gold And niggas lookin' at me like I sold ma soul Cause I'm rappin' wit P and not mister Lee But when ya on ya grind sometimes ya can't see Before Mike Camo Paul the sign I was at anascope can't find ma mind Still dippin' wooden poppin' 3 kings just droppin' And I'm an underground artist tryna get on top So I listen to ma label, plan to break X and learned a whole lot a game from that. Just stay true ma nigga and do you And fuck what another try to tell you to do They'll tell you to spit backs they can bump in them lexis And oh yeah this a train track. bitch im back I pour up a cup fill the swisha with good and fire it up So I can gather ma thoughts (lets get high) Mo money mo problems They say that's how it is when you live like a boss (like a boss) You see I've been goin' on ma grind For sometimes and the streets thought a nigga fell off (hell na nigga) But if I decide to rhyme no mo rhymes I'ma still be well off. (cause bitch I'm back) |
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from Slim Thug - The Boss Of All Bosses (2009)
[Chorus]
I run the streets all night n day(the hood love thug) Cause I still run the streets all night 'n' day Jea I rep for my city, go hard for the hood still posted on the block whats good? Cause I still run, the streets all night 'n' day I can't stay away They don't make to many niggas like me Bonifide hustler certified G Still got that work if you got the right feen You thanking shit fake well nigga come see Its bigga then the jewels,its bigger then the cars Its bigger then the fact that we fucking rap stars The street niggas know me, these boys got my contacts Knowing any giving minute I can come back I put a bitch on I-10 n tell her run that Give her ten 'n' tell her don't bring nothing back I'm still in the hood, I cant leave the streets Its n my blood I'm a thug till I be deceased [Chorus] Its hot on my block somebody turn the fan on I've been paid I'm just trying to turn my mans on N get my breads strong, streets miss me wen I'm gone I put on for my city like Jeezy's song Please believe me Holmes matter fact check my stats Ain't dropped in three years but I'm back Where the money at?? That's the first question You better pack a strap that's the first lesson Hard times got the whole united states stressing I'm writing a book, how to survive n a recession Mr. Obama, we so tired of selling crack If you looking for me ask the streets where I'm at [Chorus] Its home sweet home where the D boys roam Moving stone for stone or zone for zone All night getting it on till six in the mornin' The shit I'm smoking on, stronger then cologne You can probably smell the smoke through your headphones If you still broke better get your bread long Call me on that burner cause them feds on my phone N I'ma run the streets til I'm under my headstone (Jea jea) [Chorus] |
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from Slim Thug - The Boss Of All Bosses (2009)
Slim Thug
Yeah, We Back Slim Thugga Mannie Fresh This for the real niggas in the club, man Holla at em Fresh [Chorus: x2] In the streets (in the streets) In the club (in the club) All the real motherfuckers show me love (show me love) Now I open up this bitch and I'm a show you how to show off Clean in this bitch with the price tag tow off Don't call it a comeback Cause I been here for years Wreckin' my peers, through the blood, sweat and tears Here it is, Thugga back at it like a addict No matter the price, give it here I gotta have it When I step up out my house, everyday I gotta show off Clean than a bitch with the price tag tow off Everything new, straight up out the mall From my pants, to my shirt, to my shoes, to my draws I show ya how to ball, take notes and keep looking Stay tuned to the show and see what Thugga got cooking Money back guaranteed, everyday I'm a go off I'm rich than a bitch, shit I might as well show off [Chorus: x2] Thugga fresh like a Mannie be Dillerman, hand me keys Pull up off the lot, drop coupe, three hundred G Man it's so fun to be me, I'm the wannabe On ya T-V, yeah G, I'm the one you see The rose was the blessing so I pull that out the Sunday The Benz the work card, so I pull that on Monday The coupe good on gas so I dry that all week And I pull out my Slab, when I shut down the streets I'm a beast, hit the jury man with my peeps Big hundred carrot badge, I'm the captain of the streets Roll deep like police, blue boys got it lock Ya see me on patrol in ya hood on yo block Holla [Chorus: x2] When I hit the club all the girls show me love (show me love) Cause worldwide they be fuckin' with Thug Because the boss got class, the boss stay G'ed I'm everywhere you ain't never there, where you be? I got a crib in Miami, house side in Cali Spot in A-T-L, but I be out there Bally Cause I live in the H, and got hoes round the globe Stacking up you want, I'm getting doe by the low That's how I stay froze and fresh with the clothes My closet got mo kicks than they got in the sto's I pop tags, shirt match my badge Eyelids low, looking at the Prada glass |
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from Slim Thug - The Boss Of All Bosses (2009)
I'm so fly, all the haters and the killers try'n get me (get me) when I walk by,
All the girls wanna take a picture with me (with me) so baby just smile for the camera, (hey) For the camera (hey) for the camera (hey) so baby just smile for the camera (hey) For the camera (hey) for the camera (hey) I got super size sway, I'm honest with the class Fresh up out the bag, somebody pull out my tab, I guess this why these haters always looking so mad, I guess this why this girl want her picture so bad, Her heart beating fast while we froze for the pose, Before rap I was most chose by the hoes, Before you go she slip me something else on the low, A rigged out list to see me with no clothes, I'm so fly, all the haters and the killers try'n get me (get me) when I walk by, All the girls wanna take a picture with me (with me) so baby just smile for the camera, (hey) For the camera (hey) for the camera (hey) so baby just smile for the camera (hey) For the camera (hey) for the camera (hey) Beautiful by the bar you wanna be a star, Look like the boss in a big house and fancy car, How bout we make everything that's mine, ours, For example let me let you hold the black cards, And don't worry bout yo man, he just act hard, Before we get to you we gotta go through that squad, You like swimming, I got a lake in my backyard I'll take you on a date till the B team sore I'm so fly, all the haters and the killers trying get me (get me) when I walk by, All the girls wanna take a picture with me (with me) so baby just smile for the camera, (hey) For the camera (hey) for the camera (hey) so baby just smile for the camera (hey) For the camera (hey)for the camera (hey) Keep that ice on that chest, and we dress so fly, And we stay smoking on the best so you know a player so high So baby just smile for the camera, (hey) for the camera (hey) for the camera (hey) So baby just smile for the camera (hey) for the camera (hey) for the camera (hey) |
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from Slim Thug - The Boss Of All Bosses (2009)
[Chorus]
Got the damn top Got the damn top drop Got the Got the damn top drop, top drop, top drop Got the damn top Got the damn top drop Got the Got the damn top drop, top drop, top drop Got the damn top Got the damn top drop Got the Got the damn top drop, top drop, top drop Got the damn top Got the damn top drop Got the Got the damn top drop, top drop, top drop For you jackers that's hatin' Run up try to rob yeah bitch I'm a be waitin' In the country see me skatin' On my chrome lookin' good You fuck with my bitch and I'm a shoot up ya hood Still leather and the wood that's tradition down in Texas Roll Cadillac we don't fuck with no Lexus Bitch by my side in my ride lookin' lovely Pour up out the paint we ain't sippin' on no bubbly Screwed tape loud while I'm swangin' by the crowd And the dro' got me how it feel like I'm in a cloud I'm a H-Town nigga. Reppin' for P.A.T. Big Hawk, DJ Screw, Big Moe and Pimp C I'm a Shine for my city fuck them haters talkin' down So holla at a nigga when you see me walkin' round 07 was a hard one but I can be found In my slab puffin pounds tryna take away my frown And I [Chorus] I got my mind on my money and my glock in my hand Grindin' hard, paper stackin' tryna follow the plan Pullin', gloss and steams chasin' million dollar dreams Livin' the thug life I get it by any means When times get hard I got no one to hold me down So I ride with the top down and cruise around town The boppers in line, cause I been known to be a slab rider Comin' down clean, marchin' like a freedom fighter When you ride 4's patna' stay strapped The gone catch ya at the light and put one in ya cap See I keep it in my lap, I ain't slippin' for none I ain't got sprayed by any but homie I ain't done I'm bout to raise a truck and drop a couple of screens I'm thinkin' ? with bout 4-15's See the leather is perforated, them boys gone sho' hate it My slab is undisputed I'm the number one rated With my Top Drop [Chorus] While they waitin' on me to fall, I'm a still stand tall Ball hard in the mall I been shinin' for a while, haters ya in denial Since back in 9 -8 I been wreckin' freestyles With spit lines that'll put a smile on ya child And do a song that'll make the hood go wild The flow versatile, When they hear it they like wow That boy got talent yeah I like your style. But uh No pressure, don't let the bullshit stress ya A ? with somebody test ya God bless ya Ya Grind lesser, ya shine lesser Ya win when you don't let this material shit impress ya Insides like a dresser, wood grain on the dash My motto, fuck pain put my name on the cash I used to wish and dream I could swang on the glass Now cars, clothes, and hoes is a thang of the past And I Got the damn top Got the damn top drop Got the Got the damn top drop, top drop, top drop Got the damn top Got the damn top drop Got the got the damn top drop, top drop, top drop Got the damn top Got the damn top drop Got the got the damn top drop, top drop, top drop Got the damn top Got the damn top drop Got the Got the damn top drop Got my glock clocked. |
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from Slim Thug - The Boss Of All Bosses (2009)
He was once a Thug from around the way.
Slim Thugga, Muthafucker! Thug from a, Thug from a, Thug. Thug from a, Thug from a, Thug. Thug from a, Thug from a, Thug. Thug from around the way. Thug from a, Thug from a, Thug. Thug from a, Thug from a, Thug. Thug from a, Thug from a, Thug. Thug from around the way. I represent the H at the bottom of the map And I was born & raised in the bottom of the trap The number 1 rule is you gotta stay straped 'Cause any givin' minute you can take that long nap I roll with gorillas, dealers & the killers 'Cause when I'm on stage that's the only fool spillers Real Trill niggas, let me see your hands But I do this for the streets, I ain't tryin' to make you dance Roll so low, I don't need no friends Still flip that lac, I don't need no Benz And Harlem throwin' money, I don't need no Zen's Matter fact I be back, I need more to spend She say she wanna... Thug from a, Thug from a, Thug. Thug from a, Thug from a, Thug. Thug from a, Thug from a, Thug. Thug from around the way. Thug from a, Thug from a, Thug. Thug from a, Thug from a, Thug. Thug from a, Thug from a, Thug. Thug from around the way. It's white-T, Nikes, when I hit the club They say I can't get in 'cause I'm dressed like a Thug Fuck the dress code (fuck 'em) we 'about a hundred deep And they gon' let it seen, or get they ass beat Boss Hogg Outlaws roll like the mob Everybody paid 'cause we stays on our job Drop in GT a blessin' from the Lord So haters don't be mad that we blame it on god I'm comin' out hard, them other boys soft So I'm a hold it down for that H & the Nawf Brand new jewelry look what I brought Still runnin' from the feds, I ain't never gettin' caught She say she wanna... Thug from a, Thug from a, Thug. Thug from a, Thug from a, Thug. Thug from a, Thug from a, Thug. Thug from around the way. Thug from a, Thug from a, Thug. Thug from a, Thug from a, Thug. Thug from a, Thug from a, Thug. Thug from around the way. You say your man ain't fuckin' you right Your lonely & depression need a Thug in your life Well come on over here, I can feel your appetite Take you back to the crib & beat it all night She say she love a Thug 'cause Thugga beat it good Her man pay them bills, but Thugga keep it hood And I ain't gotta stare, that's already understood I take you for a ride, you can slide on my wood I pick her up & shake her up & down like dice Sweet like cake make me wanna take a slice I ain't tryin' to take advantage, but take my advice Take a break from the fakes, get a Thug in your life She say she wanna... Thug from a, Thug from a, Thug. Thug from a, Thug from a, Thug. Thug from a, Thug from a, Thug. Thug from around the way. Thug from a, Thug from a, Thug. Thug from a, Thug from a, Thug. Thug from a, Thug from a, Thug. Thug from around the way. Thug from a, Thug from a, Thug. Thug from a, Thug from a, Thug. Thug from a, Thug from a, Thug. Thug from around the way. |
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from Slim Thug - The Boss Of All Bosses (2009)
<i>[Pimp C sample]</i>
Leanin', Leanin', sittin' sideways <i>[X2]</i> Leanin', Leanin', Leanin', sittin' sideways Leanin', sittin' sideways, Leanin', Leanin', sittin' sideways I'mma young ghetto boy dat's why I act dis way, rollin' in the candy car leanin' sittin' sideways <i>[Chorus X2]</i> <i>[Slim Thug]</i> Big boss of that damn nawf, grab the mic straight run his mouth Candy blue what you see me floss, when I pull the lac up out the house Lookin' good while I hold the wood, on the slab shit's understood Hit the stash chunk up the hood, boys gotta see me stunt for good New car new ice, it ain't shit I can pay that price, Niggas ain't living like the boss live, that's what that is and I say that twice I tip the 4's and flip the roads, before that album got shipped to stores Boys betta keep they lips closed, before they punk-ass get exposed I done showed the world how the boss hold, Slab or foreign I floss those Drank and dro got me floss mode, doin' 100 on the toll road Pimp and Bun runnin' right behind, pieced up with the grill shine 10 years still putting it down, representin' for that H-Town Michael watts got the beats slow, slim thug keep the streets throwed Brains straight bout to be blowed, cause Rico got them sweets rolled Now ask them cause the streets know, the big boss man got it locked H-Town man I'mma shout that out, till I'm up in Heaven wit Pimp and Pac. <i>[Chorus X2]</i> <i>[Pimp C]</i> Sweet Jones bitch! Unnh Unnh Unnh Tony Snow the mack not the myth, the Pimp I got the gift to break a bitch, twenty thousand behind my lips A hundred thousand on my neck, everytime that I step out Bought the red thang from Chamillion, candy paint swangin in the drop I keep the hoes pussy drip drop wet, lamborghini fuck the vet Top gone lets get it on, I'm the real bitch he's a clone Smelling like Bar 9 cologne, gotta billion dollars out my microphone Slab crusha, dome busta, Promethazine mixed with the tussa We call it banana split, choose a pimp hoe I'm legit Wrecked the grey bitch, bought the red I got a phantom too that's what the fuck I said And I ain't dropped an album yet spend my dirty money don't touch the check if the rap game die I buy some work and keep a young yella bitch that will pull up my skirt and when the bitch get enough her pussy squirt tricks love to see (how it works?) I love the money she love the fame I gotta leveled head she gotta (piece of the brain/grain?) I gotta 3-way lover on my cingular She gotta 4 inch hair Between her legs I'm tellin you And she pay her daddy and that's what it do <i>[Chorus X2]</i> <i>[Bun B]</i> It's Bun B the man and not the myth, ridin on them 4's trunk got the fifth I push one button on my remote , start up my slab and my trunk will lift I got the gift I got straight from God, keep it real never fraud From P-A-T the land of the Trill, so when come out I'mma come out hard You know the name and the resume, my g-code files is documented Certified Rap-a-Lot for life, down with the mob represented Don't play them games because I got the change, to put it in ya mind and on ya brain You'll leak coming out the candy, die where you standing simple and plain I'mma gangsta baby not a baby gangsta, I'm overgrown it's understood Slim Thug the boss, C the Pimp, and I'm Bun the OG to run the hood We got the good, and the flower, hard or soft get it rock or powder But know ya shit when you hit ya lick, it don't come with a textbook ?? And the power and the bread, so fuck a law dog, and fuck a fed I'm from the south and we got the crown, and you can't get it back until I'm dead Heard what I said, and press rewind, play it back so you can get the meaning Coming down in that candy slab, grippin on the grain and you know I'm leanin <i>[Chorus X2]</i> Leanin', Leanin', sittin' sideways <i>[X2]</i> Leanin', Leanin', Leanin', sittin' sideways Leanin', sittin' sideways, Leanin', Leanin', sittin' sideways |
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from Slim Thug - The Boss Of All Bosses (2009)
[Chorus] Ain't no such thang as friends only associates So if you run up on me I'm pullin my gun out of my holster bitch I don't like watchin my back so when I bust Imma unload the clip But I'd rather expect you just give me the respect I'm suppose to get Gangsta shit [Slim Thug] All my niggas is gone my damn bitch done cut I got sum shit on my dome an Then they love me or what I'm one deep with my chrome like I ain't giving a fuck If I gotta do this alone fuck it that's wassup They say it's lonely at the top an you Gon see who your real friends No more fo doors I'm rollin a coop benz Keepin it moving ain't focused on shit but not losing If you don't fuck with me don't fuck with me It's not confusing And when you speak on my name watch the words your choosing You soundin like a hater to me it's so amusing Instead of moving on trying to do your Own thang You recruiting for the we hate Slim Thug gang But ain't shit change here mayne I'm still the same Life good up out the hood shit I can't complain These niggas say they down but they Just pretend I'm ridin solo to the end Fuck friends [Chorus] Ain't no such thang as friends only associates So if you run up on me I'm pullin my gun out of my holster bitch I don't like watchin my back so when I bust Imma unload the clip But I'd rather expect you just give me the respect I'm suppose to get Gangsta shit [Z-RO] Sometime I wonder if god forgot about me (forgot about me) And would my people miss me if they had to do without me (do without me) (aint no love) A nigga you think is yo homie is runnin up in yo girl everytime you leave her lonely Each and everytime I leave my house all three of my guns is on me Ain't none of you niggas is gon be kickin or punchin on me And I learned my lesson about callin my homies when I need'em Out of eleven one and a half Shows up and the rest I still ain't seen'em One deep till I'm on my back Ya'll fellas out might be on my sack I'll shoot a muthafucker if a muthafucker jump out of line then I'm a put'em back in line 2006 forever gloc 40 with hollows in mind It's amazing how somethin so small can flip yo bitch ass anytime I'm an OG original gangster mayne organized general Army ready to drop off chemicals 64 545 criminals But it's buisness Whenever I'm seen with a crowd that I'm not kiddin Enter the conversation and paper in my pocket I'm not feeling [Chorus] Ain't no such thang as friends only associates So if you run up on me I'm pullin my gun out of my holster bitch I don't like watchin my back so when I bust Imma unload the clip But I'd rather expect you just give me the respect I'm suppose to get (straight up) Gangsta shit (ya) [J Dawg] I done seen a whole lot in these 26 years Never thought I had peers that was undercover queers Tell these snitches in my Circle awhile back I wuld've murked yuh I vouch for me an mine Till the gavel drop down An judge gave my time since I hogged up the ripper The last time I heard from my niggas Still in denial in the begginin of my sentence Two months turned to years and them years turned to bitches Sittin in my cell doin sets of push ups No money no mail that's okay that's wassup Momma made a man but these streets raised a soldier Where they kill a real nigga make a mo daycloder I never fold up I'm a do my time bitch I'm a make parole hoe Get out and shine trick Ya You fuck niggas better stay out my way I awready wanna blow off yo face For violating the code nigga [Chorus] Ain't no such thang as (shit) friends only associates So if you run up on me I'm pullin my gun out of my holster bitch I don't like watchin my back so when I bust Imma unload the clip But I'd rather expect you just give me the respect I'm suppose to get Gangsta shit |
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from Slim Thug - The Boss Of All Bosses (2009)
Scarface
The streets lights are glowing, every day's another struggle The move is slowly and silent staring make it so my hustle is in tight The city streets is hectic gotta get it Here the mall, ain't a promise to me So I don't live and feel working til' I touch it, stack it until I need it I spend it on what I want, re-up and that's when I'm weeded. It's over you never see me, it's being something' as it's lesser The niggers straight out the gutter, murder without a question Product my surroundings, click and clack and downing All they know is he missing when niggers ain't never found him Assaulting and stealing yet, I don't live it on rejects I'm a motherfuckin' killer fo' real with the same threat I'm as gangsta as it gets and my advice for you is live your life Ya never know when niggers might hit you in the city lights Get it right, ya never know when niggers might hit you in the city lights Get it right (Get it right) Slim Thug Born and raised on the North blocks, home of the hard knocks Wanna get rich, find a spot to pump that hard out Might get robbed and shot if niggers don't think you worthy In my hood, I saw a lot of gangstas die early Mama heart broke, and brother feel like he gotta fix it So he loading up from straps, bout to hit it where they kick it Got a first class ticket to the pen Seventeen years old but up in that they all men It's just another day, one come out, another go in It's hard out here, you can't even trust yo friends They'll have a nigger set up, whatever by the curb It's every man for self, oh you ain't heard I'm a motherfuckin' Hogg, survive through it all Stand up tall, we don't fall, No I been shot at but ain't been shot Been in plenty fight but ain't been drop Always came out on top like a hard knock JDawg Straight up Yeah, these tattoo tears cover my face My momma got mad at first but shit she know she may I'm a G you gotta pray for me, it is what it is Why these niggers out here playing, Man this really my fear? What'cha know about them late nights, no lights and no food? No diapers for the babies the house smell like booboo Think of what'chu would do what I tell ya what I does Walk straight up off the porch, now the Camus begun My big brother on lock, so I starve his gut He gon' lead to where he at, I been in the going stuff for crack and that Big homie knew I had it on my mind He ain't like it but it right that run it through my bloodline He knew what he decline and what goin' be hard for me to find So he choose to put me down, and I got up on my grind The dawgz and you hoes say I'm glorifying crack My momma lights off, the whole house pitch black, bitch! Straight up |
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from Slim Thug - The Boss Of All Bosses (2009)
<lyrics>Slim Thugga, Muthafucka!
Now welcome to the city of game, piece of chains and swangs Pop trunk and bang, yeah I'm still here mayne Born and raised on the stead block, braids no dreadlocks Married to the hood me and Sunnywood way block Niggas way my home, I'm an outside venterain Reppin' H-Town, smoking sippin' on some medicine That ain't nobody better than the boss when I flow It's Slim Thugga Muthafuckas, still breaking boys off Hmm, got plenty cheese, plenty carrots and you looking like some carrotrus And it's looking like you haters and you fakes is immatating us Shadied up, bradied up and I bet that trunk you bladed up Bet you still crawling on 4's, so they ain't fainting us In the hood I'm a grinder, wood on the winer TV VCR lay back with'cha momma You ain't never seen a grinder that grind the way I grind, huh Top off the drop still listen to Tomma Still, still wrecking boys off Hmm, candy painted with the lows you can hate but that's the way we ball Still wrecking boys off Hmm, getting money's what I'm bout, I'm a get it while he's in his judge talk Still wrecking boys off Hmm, gotta do it for the north, got to do it for my hustler's in the south Still wrecking boys off, boys off Sill wrecking boys off And when I do it I'm a do it like a boss Still wrecking boys off MIKE JONES! I still representing H-Town the city of the candy They see me with a lotta, huh, but they don't understand it They said they never see ya boy, how you gettin' this grind on? Hannavilly take ya piggy I gettin' my shine on I sold two million records now my paper on swoll Now the mayor of the city, top down when I roll H-Town, home of the candy paint Home of the 84's and 4's in the? Yeah, it's the city that's slowed, the city that's throwed The city where them boys get they candy painted lows The city where they build big killa and stay blowed Hustlin' ass D-boys got the game sold Where they sip that drank (sip that drank) and drip that paint (drip that paint) And drop that top (drop that top) and grip that grain (hold up) 6-10-I-10-59-45 in the belt This clutch city where we play what we dealt Welcome my H-Town Hmm, got plenty cheese, plenty carrots and you looking like some carrotrus And it's looking like you haters and you fakes is immatating us Shadied up, bradied up and I bet that trunk you bladed up Bet you still crawling on 4's, so they ain't fainting us In the hood I'm a grinder, wood on the winer TV VCR lay back with'cha momma You ain't never seen a grinder that grind the way I grind, huh Top off the drop still listen to Tomma This town's my home it's where I do my dirt Where the gangsta's? smoke water? we drank stains on the shirt We ride swangin' chop blazed just to break boys off From South Park to South West how we wave to that nouf I'm talking tenth wheel and Carvadale and Greens Point Two From Denport Harvard to West Airport all the way to Channelview We steady bangin' on this screw, it's choppin' like Kung-Fu Hit me on the 8-3-2, Paul Wall what it do Ha Nomtombout? Purple so muddy I can barely even drive A blow it down trees like a catter goin by Southside of H-Town that on the sunny side I walk these? all blind, nomtombout? Yung Redd, take ya out the future Stars imitate swear to God work the? Robert Davis, Fat Pat, this for you Come on the Big Hogg got some roof Mayne! Hmm, got plenty cheese, plenty carrots and you looking like some carrotrus And it's looking like you haters and you fakes is immatating us Shadied up, bradied up and I bet that trunk you bladed up Bet you still crawling on 4's, so they ain't fainting us In the hood I'm a grinder, wood on the winer TV VCR lay back with'cha momma You ain't never seen a grinder that grind the way I grind, huh Top off the drop still listen to Tomma [Lil Keke:] H-O to the U.S., T.O. till the end God bless me with the million dollar Benz See the grind money gangstas with the hand in the air That Sunnyside in South Park I was raised out there This is H-Town (H-Town), screwed up and slowed down It's all love homie, keep rolling up the whole pound Pull up in the monster just look at him hiding Don Ke hard of the south, slab riding H.O.U.S.T.O.N., T.E.X.A.S. We goin get it and come back with it until we take our last breath From the city where I steady on drop the top Z-Ro the Crooked, my ghetto ass is good at any hood, any block they got The white cup is for the codiene and the cigarello is for the gush If you want it we got it cause that's not a problem we don't push We used to be the dirty south, now we so dirty we sippy So homie you must be touching it, roll if you don't feel me (you don't feel me) Hmm, got plenty cheese, plenty carrots and you looking like some carrotrus And it's looking like you haters and you fakes is immatating us Shadied up, bradied up and I bet that trunk you bladed up Bet you still crawling on 4's, so they ain't fainting us In the hood I'm a grinder, wood on the winer TV VCR lay back with'cha momma You ain't never seen a grinder that grind the way I grind, huh Top off the drop still listen to Tomma Welcome to H-Town, this Third Ward talking Coming down the slab like the fo's crip walking Together we stand, divided we fall, yeah North and the south together we ball Fuck that, nigga it's a H-Town thang Let me see ya touch the sky if ya feeling me mayne It's Boss Hogg Kyleon, Micked and Mike D The drank man daddy, you know where to find me State to state dawg, I got a jock and a kid Six back and out the drive away, dropping the weed Y'all know we do it big, like a... Got stackes full of cash where I keep the mnoey heated Fresh to def homie, how I came in the doe Prada shades on, smelling like a swanger or dro Put'cha H'es up, represent'cha city bro Counting money, iced out, like a million video Hmm, got plenty cheese, plenty carrots and you looking like some carrotrus And it's looking like you haters and you fakes is immatating us Shadied up, bradied up and I bet that trunk you bladed up Bet you still crawling on 4's, so they ain't fainting us In the hood I'm a grinder, wood on the winer TV VCR lay back with'cha momma You ain't never seen a grinder that grind the way I grind, huh Top off the drop still listen to Tomma Southwest put'cha dubs up, let's go! Now welcome to the place I love, place I was, raised to be a G It's striaght hanging the thugs, and my music slowin', throw my H'es up Southwest why I know the real dudes and move birdies I go to school early, baby blue moon jersey Riding around, southwest side of my towns Still Reppin' My Block, How Ya Liken Me Now It's from Sharpstown, Braeswood to Alilee, black and west stack Paper together we stay deep it's all Cheyah! King Of The Streets and I'm rolling round, you still ridin fo's Boys better chill for this throw-away that they couldn't closed I ridin' slab but I'm tippin it like a platinum rose Soon as I make the doors presidential when they decide to close (real talk) They want the Don to tell the haters that I got it locked (got it locked) I shoot em up the west so whenever all the way to the top (dows up) I'm so hood it be the Truth, definition of me Ain't no way ya speakers bout the H, without mentioning me We the truth, nigga! Hmm, got plenty cheese, plenty carrots and you looking like some carrotrus And it's looking like you haters and you fakes is immatating us Shadied up, bradied up and I bet that trunk you bladed up Bet you still crawling on 4's, so they ain't fainting us In the hood I'm a grinder, wood on the winer TV VCR lay back with'cha momma You ain't never seen a grinder that grind the way I grind, huh Top off the drop still listen to Tomma Yeah, Yeah, Yeah, Yeah! Ayyo from H-Town, southwest stop drop and roll If I chunk the dub up, the whole hood rock n roll Braeswood, Woolfair, Clull creek, Spice Lane West Bellville, Fort Worth Airport, Sandpiper, stack change I'm so H-Town there's no dean in my blood And I'm a shout it out with the meanest of thugs And you ain't never gotta ask if there's lean in my cup I'm a triple O.G., S.U.C. nigga what Naw I can owe lot of chickens, not a miles away For the last fifteen years, I been reppin' my state I knew the real DJ Screw sip grape by the case Eight's over ice straight Prada of the H Southside, I never was so big socialize With Bun you can talk, I fuck with the boss Like Thug and Prince Civy or Rome or Wrice This game a pie I want it all so give me a slice Hmm, got plenty cheese, plenty carrots and you looking like some carrotrus And it's looking like you haters and you fakes is immatating us Shadied up, bradied up and I bet that trunk you bladed up Bet you still crawling on 4's, so they ain't fainting us In the hood I'm a grinder, wood on the winer TV VCR lay back with'cha momma You ain't never seen a grinder that grind the way I grind, huh Top off the drop still listen to Tomma |
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from Chalie Boy - I Look Good [Dirty Version] [single, remix] (2009)
Oh My Momma (Momma) On My Hood (Hood) I Look Fly (Yeah) I Look Good (Good) Touch My Swag (Swag) Wish You Could (Could) I Look Fly (Yeah) I Look Good (Good) Hundred on a neck ware Fifty on a stop-watch Glaring at the diamonds make ya bust it baby hop-scotch Over here to my spot Say she wanna party I do it big baby like my L.R.G. Show the air-harded winner Feeling like a rock band Eighty-seven jeans and white-T when on the block man Jay's still rocking Forces still moving Chuck Taylor's killing Adidas still grooving Locs on my face But that's just the front Take em off and show the haters when I wanna stunt Get'cha high like a blunt Rolling up the best Fruity Pebbles got a hands rolling up my chest With me you don't wanna mess mayne touch my (swag) Shopping off the bandanna make ya throw the white (flag) Get it to the whip game Momma had the bread Paint grain woman that's white-banger make ya leg Mayne! Oh My Momma (Momma) On My Hood (Hood) I Look Fly (Yeah) I Look Good (Good) Touch My Swag (Swag) Wish You Could (Could) I Look Fly (Yeah) I Look Good (Good) I Look Good (Good!) I Look Good (Good!) I Look Good (Good!) I Look Good (Good!) I Look Good (Good!) I Look Good (Good!) I Look Good (Good!) I Look Good (Good!) Ballin' is a drug That I don't mind abusing Gucci on my body Jay walking in the fusions Hit the La-Tex get it poppin' in the lusions Tell ya right now plexing catch the tusions Who lights the fan? Hot like a flame Boys throw a Haterade on me still ain't his thang Double shots rain Hand on patron Round of that white and all the what'cha own Shawty jocking my calone Greed it'll make ya hurt Three hundred a bottle Thirty dollars for a squirt Got'cha sweating out'cha shirt You can get the biz Sumthin' on ya mind What it do, what it is Can't close your eye lids See the fid in the fiddy Yup, guilty I'm ballin' but I better finna quit it Gone in a minute Probably ain't though I put it in ya face bro, I stay throwed Oh My Momma (Momma) On My Hood (Hood) I Look Fly (Yeah) I Look Good (Good) Touch My Swag (Swag) Wish You Could (Could) I Look Fly (Yeah) I Look Good (Good) I Look Good (Good!) I Look Good (Good!) I Look Good (Good!) I Look Good (Good!) I Look Good (Good!) I Look Good (Good!) I Look Good (Good!) I Look Good (Good!) Shawty's in the club yeah See a lot of beep beep Gucci and Nechay and B.C.B.G Dolce and Gabbana oh I want 'em I'm a pardon me Rocking your republic Apple Bottom in that AR and B Slowly to some R and B Think we need some R and R Take me to the V.I.P. and drop me like a Farram car Hop in my purple label Ralph Lauren collar Look like money Smell like dollars Shawty look sexy Smell like Prada Christian make ya hating hoes holla Pop a Grey Goose bottle And let's carry on Grip ya baby fetlet Trojan me carry me home Thuggin' make ya momma moan Got a Blackberry phone Try'na catch me sliding in a hostel-dairion Ya make the band like Sean Cole Two fly to be shown C.H.A.L.I.E. I'm gone Mayne! Oh My Momma (Momma) On My Hood (Hood) I Look Fly (Yeah) I Look Good (Good) Touch My Swag (Swag) Wish You Could (Could) I Look Fly (Yeah) I Look Good (Good) I Look Good (Good!) I Look Good (Good!) I Look Good (Good!) I Look Good (Good!) I Look Good (Good!) I Look Good (Good!) I Look Good (Good!) I Look Good (Good!) |
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from Slim Thug - Tha Thug Show (2010)
[Intro]
Thugga, Boss Hogg Outlawz, action It's the motherfuckin Thug Show Hah, hah, Geah, south fire in this bitch Slim Thugga in this bitch [Chorus] Good evening, welcome to Outlawz season I'd like to say hello, you tune in to Tha Thug Show [Verse 1] Thugga the throwdest nigga in the universe, cooler than a fan is Girls give me pussy, say i'm cooler than their man is I beat it up without a fee, with you she hit the lottery I'm on some G-shit, fair exchange, no robbery Your money's my philosophy, millions with a apostrophy I guess it's why these HPDs and APDs watchin me H-Town's my property, the boss, man, I gotta be So if you land on it, pay up, like on monopoly Your dream bitch jockin me, but I give her no play If you ain't fuckin, keep your lips out my rosse You rap niggas role play, I live this shit that I talk Welcome to the thug show, star me, thug boss [Chorus] [Verse 2] My whips change with the season, now could this be the reason Your bitch mouth on my dick like she teasin Longest a nigga breathin, i'ma be eatin, a Hogg appetite greedy Trying to stack my next meal, so hurry up and feed me Got two kids that need me, so I hustle til I pass out Chasing up that paper, boy, like this my last route Trying to make you feel me like i'm spittin out my last out I'm richer than you niggas, don't make me pull this cash out It ain't 'bout what you 'bout, It's more 'bout what you say They say you can't take it with you, but fuck it, put it in my grave I'm trying to get the heaven bait, cause i'm used to living laid And if they got the VIP, then you gon see me on stage [Chorus] [Verse 3] Whole team (?) starters hustle hard and party harder This is 'bout to go down, hope you got your tape recorders Catch me in the club wasted, bad bitch in my view Take her home plus 2, you know how the Thugga do Raw uncut, turn a pornstar with a slut Beat it from behind, pull out and bust on a butt Triple X rated, I know plenty people hate it I'm still happy that a nigga made it So we gon celebrate it, fire up this weed and get drunk Fuckin act like we from ATL and this bitch get crunk It's H-Town, still now, so Texas where the love go I'm what you been lookin for, stay tuned to Tha Thug Show [Chorus x2] |
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from Slim Thug - Tha Thug Show (2010)
[Hook: Z-Ro]
Gangsta from my head to my shoes So goddamn clean I'm giving haters the blues Ain't too many players that played the game like I do I'm getting rap money and getting street money too Yeah jack I'm a gangsta, gangsta, gangsta G.A.N.G.S.T.A. I keep it real all day every goddamn day And ain't goin never change homie I'm a stay this way a thug (a thug) [Verse 1: Slim Thug] Bitch I'm back The biggest Boss Hogg of em all It's Thugga muhfucka leader of them Outlaws Made the city proud rep hard for the grill (huh) They thought we fell off still getting it how I live (cheah) Stay up in the club, let em know we still paid (still paid) Reppin for the Nouf from the cradle to the grave (huh) Gangstas don't hide so you see my face often (often) Heater on my side so approach me with caution Reppin great fame I appreicate the love But don't get it fucked up (what) cause bitch I'm still a thug (still a thug) The [? ] got bigger, the money got longer It's Hoggs worldwide so the team more stronger (thugga) [Hook: Z-Ro] [Verse 2: Z-Ro] Huh, that's right my nigga money, hoes, cars, clothes I think I fell in love with clothes and cars and doe I know y'all don't be seeing me at award shows Fuck going commercial real nigga, y'all know how it goes Thousand dollar bottle of camante y'all know how it flows I die once, a thousand times that's how a coward goes You don't want none of me nigga I got power blow Hoes as big as tennis balls that's all a six sour note Attitude like Pimp C, cup taste like Big Moe R.I.P. to Pat and for the Hawk, that's my big bro Every CD in my car say "DJ Screw" If you from Houston and you rap my nigga he made you I keep pens and pencils like bitches I pimp them hoes Get it out of cock, put it in my socks it's what I do with the doe Money ain't never been mad at me I stay cool with the doe Like a dummy when he peeing I'm a fool with the flow [Hook: Z-Ro] [Verse 3: Slim Thug] Hah, I can't stop I gotta make my nigga Pimp proud (R.I.P.) That's why you see me reppin' Texas up in front of crowds (cheah) Thugged out every nigga ride with the scratch (that's right) Don't start shit but we stay ready for comeback Don't know how to act, we goin fuck the club up (club up) We just like em so the gangstas niggas love us (cheah) My street nigga get a good girl pussy wet (that's right) She say she coming home with me, that's a bet (that's a bet) Before the Gin we get wasted off patron straight (straight) After that see if her friend goin paticapate (huh) Whole weight in the town got it locked down (locked down) Got drank, got bricks, got plenty thous [Hook: Z-Ro] |
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from Slim Thug - Tha Thug Show (2010)
[Intro/Chorus: B.O.B]
She Likes It Real Slow (Slow) Then We Speed It Up Like Ooh (Ooh) Baby Turn Around Like So (So) Now We Got It Just Like Something That We Both Like Baby We Can Go So High (So High) Higher Then You've Ever Been High (Uh) Higher Then You've Ever Been High (Thugga) Now We Got It Just Like Something That We Both Like Baby We Can Go So High [Verse 1: Slim Thug] So High Thugga'll Make Her Head Touch The Sky It's So Good She Look Like She About To Cry Opposite Of Dry Baby Stay Soaking Wet This The Best This Spot Is As Good As It Gets She Rubbing On My Chest I'm Kissing On Her Neck We're Going Long Going Strong Body Full Of Sweat And Like The Saxatrone Thugga Got Her Mind Blown Everytime She Come Home She Trying To Climb On Addicted To The Dick Stay Trying To Get Her Head Date Time We Make Time Just To Get It Quick I Tell 'Em Meet Me Here Like I'm About To Hit A Lick Bring Her Over And Let Her Get It Quick [Chorus: B.O.B] She Likes It Real Slow (Slow) Then We Speed It Up Like Ooh (Ooh) Baby Turn Around Like So (So) Now We Got It Just Like Something That We Both Like Baby We Can Go So High (High Ha) Higher Then You've Ever Been High (High Ha) Higher Then You've Ever Been High (High Ha) Now We Got It Just Like (Right) Something That We Both Like (Right Like Right Like) Baby We Can Go So High (High Ha) [Verse 2: B.O.B] First She Wants It Slow Then She Wants It Beat Then She Wants It Deep Then She Taps Into That Innerfreak Don't Be Shy Just Get Loose And Show Me How It Is Your Feet I Like Her And She Likes Her And I'm Like Why Must We Compete Now It's 3 of Us In Deep In Nar I Don't Need No Sheets I'm a Sleep In The Stars As Scruffy As The Signs So I'm Just The Type Of Guy We're Flyin Where You've Never Been We Finna Get High That's Higher Then You've Ever Been Higher Than Cloud Nine We're Going Where You've Never Been So Sit Your Ass Down Like The Singing In This Song Let Me See You Turn Around And [?] Like The Haters Going Down For The Count [Chorus: B.O.B] She Likes It Real Slow (Slow) Then We Speed It Up Like Ooh (Ooh) Baby Turn Around Like So (So) Now We Got It Just Like Something That We Both Like Baby We Can Go So High (High) Higher Then You've Ever Been High (High) Higher Then You've Ever Been High (High) Now We Got It Just Like Something That We Both Like Baby We Can Go So High (High) [Verse 3: Slim Thug] I Aim To Please So Believe I Leave You Satisfied A Lifetime Warranty Whenever You Ride I Say That With Pride (Pride) And I Honor That (Honor That) It's Guranteed Good Service You'll Be Coming Back Just Like A Drug Girl You Need Thug Got You In Love Thugga'll Make Your Heart Speed Up Roll Your Weed Up It's Time For Thug Passion Now Put Your Feet Up I'm a Keep Smashing Keep It Lasting Till You're Higher Than You've Ever Been I'll Take Your Mind And Body Places It Never Been Yea Just Hit Me Up If You Need A Hit Thug Boss On The Sway But Shes So Thick [Chorus: B.O.B] She Likes It Real Slow (Slow) Then We Speed It Up Like Ooh (Ooh) Baby Turn Around Like So (So) Now We Got It Just Like Something That We Both Like Baby We Can Go So High (High) Higher Then You've Ever Been High (High) Higher Then You've Ever Been High (High) Now We Got It Just Like Something That We Both Like Baby We Can Go So High (High High) [Slim Thug- So High Lyrics (feat. B.o.B)] |
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from Slim Thug - Tha Thug Show (2010)
Understand at where I'm coming from [x2]
Live this life in the hardest Understand at where I'm coming from [x2] This is what the gangster's about And bitch nigger's at Somebody from your block got.. gotta ride When the bitches.. that's why you can't trust em .. steal.. wanna fuck em The block is on fire, them.. want you locked Even if you pay the hustle they take.. what you got When neighbors get shot, and it ain't no big deal Cause everybody took what he.. peel It's hard to.. we're so used to, live everyday like it's our last It's like they.. knew it .. robbing and stealing, hustling and killing Serve that, I just might.. living with no villain Where they.. they'd rather be in jail They go home and after tell their kids they failed .. south side of Houston, everybody's.. but I love my hood so I put it up on.. Living life in the hardest, you understand at where I'm coming from I come from the.. bottom, trains.. steal meals My.. fuck school, they'd rather rock.. on wheels Babys been having babies like condoms they never made them Give them up to their pants cause sure they couldn't raise them Let the curtain fall from the laws and the jewish It's in the niggers up the creep for selling drugs that.. us My grandma always used to say.. .. To take us up the.. .. but I got feels do, so pardon me when I'm eat and.. you.. Just let me smoke my weed and drank upon this.. But never pour too much cause I try to make it last Understand at where I'm coming from Live this life in the hardest Understand at where I'm coming from [x2] I'm from the home where we need you, Where they.. away .. home of the g's, land of the slaves Where the good die young and the.. .. on the way to school jump in double blood pools .. and they.. to it, how is this normal? When the babies get burned and we used to call that coma See where I'm from they will tell us anything Like fuck.. they just want us.. Yeah man, that's a motherfucking shame And every.. is the same, .. get down, and the bricks bitch Understand at where I'm coming from Understand at where I'm coming from [x2] |
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from Yo Gotti - The King Of Memphits (2011)
(feat. Slim Thug & Lil' Keke)
[Verse 1: Yo Gotti] Got a spot in the A Got a spot in N.O. (Fo' sho') Lookin for them real toys, to see what they goin fo' Down hurr in Texas When I'm ballin at Max's Get a bitch, fuck a hotel Hit the crib, relaxin Them Body boys They bringin noise Mike Jones and Paul Wall Slim Thug and Bun B and Z-Ro and all y'all I'm Y-O, G-O, double T to the I, trick Don't get it confused though, I represent this Memphis shit Represent for the real niggas For the drug dealers, for the hard hitters Represent for my brother doin the 10 years in Fort Piller Represent for the Dirty South Gettin that money, what we about Livin the life, rockin ice That's why I put 20 g's in my mouth See them diamonds, see me shinin Hear me rhymin, see me climbin Straight to the top of the charts, bitch Like this shit on lock, bitch [Hook: Lil Keke] Just call on me (Homie) And you got a plane You gon' need Somebody, to leeeaaaan onnnn Lean on me [Verse 2: Slim Thug] I'm puffin green, strong Sippin, get my lean on Comin down, candy paint Get my gleam on The fo' poured up The 'Dro rolled up One-deep, with the heat Beat slowed up I'm outta Memphis, Ten. With about ten to spend Got with Gotti, put me down with some lady friends I'm showin diamond grin, leanin, walkin with' a limp Hoes on the 'vard, "It's Hard Out Here for a Pimp" I'm Slim Thugga motherfucka, dirty south boss Eyes low from the 'Dro, plus I'm cotton-mouth That's how we do it down in Texas, holdin wood-wheel "Swang n' Bang" down the lane, til' my drank spill Blow kill', bet the Kush get'cha mind right Everythang I drive candy, so I shine bright I'm either on the grind, tryin'a get my bank on Or on recline mayn, tryin'a get my drank on [Hook] Hol' up, hol' up Roll up, roll up Ho what, ho what Hol' up, hol' up Roll up, roll up (Lean on me) Ho what, ho what Hol' up, hol' up Roll up, roll up Ho what, ho what Hol' up, hol' up Roll up, roll up Ho what, ho what (Lean on me) |
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from E-40 - Revenue Retrievin' - Graveyard Shift (2011)
Chorus:
That candy paint, that candy paint, 84's That candy paint, that candy paint, 84's, built in ? chrome grille, leather seats, ?, tv screens and wooded wheels (x4) E-40: That candy paint, smoking that dank, beats so loud bystanders faint Neighborhood watch call and complain, Hate on my big fat ass bank Po-po pull me over say you a rap singer I know you smoke weed, let me smell your finger Linger, that the green thumb jars got a valid registration and my cannibus card I'm challenged, got candy paint on my harley, harley ?.and truck, jet ski's boats and old school cut' (cutlass) Looking for a top shelf not know ? That candy paint, gotta go can't believe their eyes Drank and drank, flabbergasted mesmerize Digital dash, havin' my cash Secret stash for my strap Gotta shake these suckers and watch my back I'm slapping so hard my windshield cracked, windshield cracked? windshield cracked I'm slapping so hard my windshield cracked My old b**ch joalous, put my tires on a ? Chorus Slim Thug: Gon' show them boyz how we rollin' mane, I'm addicted to this flossin' that why all my rides so awesome I keep that big 'lac bossin it don't matter what it's costing Tossing deuces out the roof, but that coupe While i ride by, players chunking deuces back Bobs holl'in out "hi" Feel like i'm up in the sky, yo all know that bay green 40 got them going ? when we pull up on the scene Candy paint, looking clean, fo's looking king size Heads turn while i drive it's like they can't believe their eyes It's that that boy thugger and that bad motherfucker Swanging banging riding dirty screwed & chopped on them suckers Flipping flipping looking good, diamonds diamonds 'gainst the wood From the Texas to the Cali, catch me tipping through the hood Chorus Bun B of UGK: It's Houston Texas that's the city where we ride the greatest Gripping grain, drippin' stain, turning up, rober davis That old school great tape, a trunk poppa plate scrapa Hustler and a grinder every day i'm trying to make paper I'm from pa represent for UGK and i'm riding for my city like it's rapper ? I got homies on the west i got homies in detroit Matter of fact these gladiators are all over, all day Sittin in that candy paint sideways, Pull up outta my driveway Drop that top and let them jock, then head on out on that highway Turn up some rig shot, or maybe swisher house Now pass the kush & dump the swisha out it's going down Chorus till end |
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