Slim Thug

<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

[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.

He was once a Thug from around the way.

Slim Thugga, Muthafucker!

Thug from a, Thug from a, Thug.
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Thug from around the way.
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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...

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Thug from around the way.
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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...

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Thug from a, Thug from a, Thug.
Thug from a, Thug from a, Thug.
Thug from around the way.
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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.
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Thug from around the way.

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Thug from around the way.

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!

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

[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]

[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)]

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)

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

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!

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

[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

<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

(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)

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)

[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]

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!)

[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]

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