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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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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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[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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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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| 3:11 |
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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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[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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| 3:49 |
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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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<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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| 4:32 |
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[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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| 4:05 |
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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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<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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