E.S.G. Album

[Hook - 2x]
Here we come here we come, here we come through the do'
Here we come here we come, they can't stop us no mo'
Two thugs bout to explode, dropping low
We the shit huh, somebody blunt you come on

[Slim Thug]
I'm nineteen on 20's, every time I floss
I'm nineteen in the clean, quarter million dollar house
I hit the club and pour mo', like the drank don't cost
Got smart left the House, just so I could be boss
I wasn't hating I just know, I can do what Watts do
Probably not dropping screwed, but I can lead my own crew
Sign a contract with who, for what, and why
I wanna be a CEO, and I got enough cash to try
If I fail oh well, I'm still gon make mail
Cause tapes, CD's and LP's, ain't the only thing that sell
When niggaz capping I don't shut up, I can add to that
Not Lil Troy but Slim Thug, gon stay sitting fat
I'm a underground Hogg, you better ask somebody
I'm a young Hogg that ball, you better ask somebody
When its time to get my grind on, I grind
But when its time to get my shine on, I shine

[Hook - 2x]

[E.S.G.]
Now who really the best, since Pac ain't here
Must be E.S.G., so when I drop this year
Now Lil D I bring fear, and my drop sitting low
I'm on my twins on swoll, like Scottie Pippen hoes
While we stepping on some toes, we keep the contract
Don't give a damn where I'm at, I can tote a label on my back
Somebody say we too young, to do our own thang
Ain't no ways to get paid, we bout to raise some hair mayn
Hey the world swanging man, I'm a bad actor dog
This year I'm a Boss Hogg, better check my catalog
Went gold with Master P, on Down South Hustlers
Two hundred thousand independent, Sailing the South little busta
Up to the park what's crunk, I was Shining and Grinding
Dirty Third, sitting emcees got no need for reminding
Who's the man, cause this is my year cuz
Can't get with it, better get some bullet proof filled blood

[Hook - 2x]

[E.S.G.]
From Texas to Louisiana

[Slim Thug]
We got 'em jumping to this

[E.S.G.]
Smell like somebody lost they manners

[Slim Thug]
Oh that suck, we the shit

[E.S.G.]
You wanna know if we rich

[Slim Thug]
Girl you see these clothes

[E.S.G.]
We two young Presidents

[Slim Thug]
Ha, we CEO's

[E.S.G.]
Ten G's a show

[Slim Thug]
In every city we go

[E.S.G.]
They hopping like some 6-4's

[Slim Thug]
When we step in the do'

[E.S.G.]
Now what you pay for kilos

[Slim Thug]
They pay for these flows

[E.S.G.]
You want a Staff track

[Slim Thug]
You better add some zero's

[E.S.G.]
Can't get it

[Slim Thug]
You can't have it

[E.S.G.]
You can' touch it, I know you love it

[Slim Thug]
But it ain't up in your budget

[E.S.G.]
In the eye of the public

[Slim Thug]
Me and E, the main subject

[E.S.G.]
Boss Hogg Outlaws

[Slim Thug]
About to get rough and rugged

[E.S.G.]
Your mouth, you better shut it

[Slim Thug]
Y'all ain't ready for us

[E.S.G.]
E.S.G. and Slim Thug

[Slim Thug]
We like Startsky and Hutch

[E.S.G.]
Five mics ain't enough

[Slim Thug]
Cause we platinum plus

[E.S.G.]
Seven figgas is a must

[Slim Thug]
If you fucking with us

[Hook - 2x]

(*talking*)
Hope my mic on out there, ha
Cause if its on, y'all gon feel it
Know I'm talkin bout
E.S.G. and Slim Thug, we the boss hogg outlaws
Ha, we out here grinding, putting in work, ha
Traveling state to state, doing shows
Putting it down, and I'll be damned
If we don't be the ones that get paid for it nigga, ha

[Chorus]
We use to get paid selling zones for them
And then we started making rap songs for them
But how come we ain't rolling on chrome like them
See I know (what's up) that's something's wrong

This year baby see I'm the boss, boss
(they told me take my chain off, let my body defrost)

This year baby I'm the boss, boss
(they told me take my chain off, let my body defrost)

[E.S.G.]
P-I-M-Pology, ain't no record label
Pimping me, feel me
E.S.G. drop ki, like I drop a c.d.
Boss Hogg Documentary, DVD
Ten G's to feast, Slim and E we the baddest
Boss Hogg L dog, like the dukes of hazard
Playa hatas wanna ride, on chrome like them
I guess they like the Gucci shades, with the stones in them
You wanna see E flow, you can see E flow
Just pay, eat the dough cause he the C.E.O.
Gotta settle the score, you so called Freestyle King
Better be about your green, little Freestyle Queen
Wanna be up on my team, we got mo mail
Yo shit hardly to scale, as Southwest Wholesale
Get off my co-tail, play your cards right, you know that we aces
Platinum stars, platinum cars, toting platinum briefcases

[Chorus]

[Slim Thug]
P-I-M-Pology, ain't no record label
Pimping me, the Slim T
I had to get my mind right, before I get my grind right
Making sure I shine bright, when I'm in the spotlight
I grab the mic and take flight, displaying my skills
I took a shortcut to make mills, I pay my own bills
I'm the Boss C.E.O., making sho my do' ain't low
I refuse to be in store, and still be living po'
Um no not me, you think I ain't watch me
You boys can't stop me, Sugarland's where you'll spot me
Living like I hit the lottery, can't hide my stash
I want a hundred percent cash, everytime I mash
S-Class in the grass, bought a S-type Jag
Platinum Bentley Azure, with the matching gray rag
Let my Gucci jeans sag, Slim Thug don't play
I'm making C.E.O. pay, when its my pay day

[Chorus]

[Slim Thug]
I'm the boss, when I'm flossing my boss like a boss
My house decked out like a boss, cause I'm the boss
I paid the cost, full pay, its all work no play
I'ma let the a.k. spray, if you hatas in my way
Everyday like my birthday, you think I ain't got dough
You can catch me at the Matches, pouring mo' on the flo', hoe

[E.S.G.]
Kick it with us, you hear two crooks flows
You come to my house, you see some ten foot doors
Church stained windows, optimoes of endo
Winter time no Pinto, just hard top Bentlos
Two doggs, we cash flowed they can't stand the boss
We hopping over hatas like Randy Moss huh

[Chorus]

You ain't pimping me no mo' (no mo')
I ain't gonna be your hoe (hell nah)
I need my money when I'm spitting, let me get that
Come up short with my scratch, I ain't with that, huh - 2x

Nigga I'm throwed...

We thug it up (X4)

[Bun B]
Well I'ma saucy ass super throwed
Southern style gumbo
Pimp, I eat jumbo
Shrimp, make a dumb ho
Limp, cause her back broke up
Your back in the track, that poke up
Pay for the sack, the bag smoked up
Now that's gangsta, live in effect
Crystal clear, gots to keep your pistol here
(Why?) Cause Texas don't play
Don't smile, don't joke
We stay for a lick, act frog and get croaked
With a buck, blast, buck, blast your toothless
And then they say, damn they ruthless
Northside, Southside, we don't care
We don't say no to money
Too busy sayin, "YEAAA!"
Lift candy to schools, weddings, malls
Million dollar concerts, and ho's in the walls
All haters better peep like Tom
Cause my clique, my city, shit even my baby momma

[Chorus]
We gonna thug it up
Everyday of the month, anything I swang
Got to have bang in the trunk
We gonna thug it up
Til I'm dead in gone, everythang I drive
Got to be sitting on chrome
We gonna thug it up
Like a underground king, drop screens
Byzletine, and my crease styled jeans
We gonna thug it up

[E.S.G.]
Man thug it up, thug it up, wha? wha?
Man I'ma thug it up
Escalade, dub it up
B.G. gettin' paid
Big mouth, thug it up
Might as well, shut it up
Get outta line, slug it up
Codine in the cup
Diamonds bling, priceless cuts
What's up this year?
They say the rap game changed
No more rappin bout cars, and iced out chains
Boys must be insane
Real hustlers go on and get it
How the hell you gonna live it?
Money shorter then a midget
Better get some more digits
To talk about this
No more cousin, R Kelly, see walking to this
East coast to West, Mid-West to Tex
Independent, Grammy-Nominated, Now what's next?
Dirty south, give respect
We started them slangs
Screaming "Parkin-lot Niggas"
Sippin' Syrup with Bang
Big flames, stained panes
We ain't new to this game
R.I.P. Dj Screw
This for the thug in you man!

[Chorus]
We gonna thug it up
Everyday of the month, anythang I swang
Got to have bang in the trunk
We gonna thug it up
Til I'm dead in gone, everythang I drive
Got to be sitting on chrome
We gonna thug it up
Like a underground king, drop screens
Byzletine, and my crease styled jeans
We gonna thug it up

[Slim Thug]
Slim Thug gonna thug it up, I'ma, I'ma, I'ma
I'ma thug it up
With E.S.G. and Bun B
Sippin on some Dun-P
In a stretch RV
Come see, the three
Best that never rest
Thugged out ??
With white tee's on my chest
"O yes!" Slim Thug change the code in the club
Cause when I pull up on dubbs
I get nothing but love
I hit the bar
Make the whole crowd think I'ma star
Cause I blow mo' on doe
Then you blow on your car
By far, fo sho' I'm the opposite of Po
The most ghetto boy ya know
In a six double O
I move slow, and sit low
On a 84 elbow
Spit flow, on the floor
Trunk open and close
We some Texas boys
With candy Lexus toys
Drive wreckless outta bars
When we come out hard
Give us our card
Hater's ya mouth, plug it up
Cause me, E.S.G, and Bun B gonna thug it up

[Chorus]
We gonna thug it up
Everyday of the month, anythang I swang
Got to have bang in the trunk
We gonna thug it up
Til I'm dead in gone, everythang I drive
Got to be sitting on chrome
We gonna thug it up
Like a underground king, drop screens
Byzletine, and my crease styled jeans
We gonna thug it up, thug it up
We gonna thug it up, thug it up

Thug it up

(Coco)
Yeah, this what I do when I roll with a thug
Or a gangsta...

Put my hand on the gas, drop my ass low
Slide on fast, then we go slow
Blaze up the endo, raise up the window
That's the way thugs, and gangstas roll

[Slim Thug]
Baby take my advice, I'll lead you right
You need a thug in your life, that can hit it all night
I'll make sure we live laid, and keep the bills paid
You ain't gotta work, just be my personal maid
I don't want much but a bad bitch, that cook and clean
While I'm out in these streets, trying to look for green

[E.S.G.]
Boss Hoggs hit the scene, we finally made it
Now some women strip, and some uneducated
But thanks to having cake, we done got our breaks
Affiliated with the streets, lifestyle ain't fake
Don't hate congratulate, while we demonstrate pimping
I ain't racist but I love to fuck, our black women
E.S.G. and I'm winning, yeah the Boss man's back
Turning heads while I spread, through your shit like anthrax
Sit that ass fat, call E and Slim them
Peanut butter Gucci brims, on them keep-spinning rims

[Chorus: Coco]
I'm rolling, with a thug and a gangsta
That's the kind of niggas, that I like
Talking bout a hustla, that keep his mind on thangs
He don't care what them hatas say, keeping it gangsta everyday

[E.S.G.]
Come get a ski-taste, we on a paper chase
For a Jada Pinkett face, with a J-Lo shape
Trying to bought a FED case, so I'm shaking and moving
Got partnas that don't rap, what you think that they doing
Now money we pursuing, SES be shining
Slim go ahead, and I done swallowed a dime

[Slim Thug]
Come ride with a thug now, you could let your guards down
Be yourself, you ain't gotta act when I'm around
See I ain't the jealous type, that like to bust and fight
Live your life, sweetheart you not my wife
I'm far from a gentleman, you feel what I'm saying
I'm a hard working hard man, nigga with plans
Understand I get around, and can't be held down
Fuck what I did last night, let's have fun now
I want a brown dime piece, that can roll a sweet
That's a lady in the streets, but a freak in the sheets

[Chorus: Coco]

(Coco)
Put my hand on the gas, drop my ass low
Slide on fast, then we go slow
Blaze up the endo, raise up the window
That's the way thugs, and gangstas roll

[E.S.G.]
Who say hood rats ain't fine, they done lost they mind
On a scale of one to ten, I done seen plenty nines

[Slim Thug]
I like em high class with ass, Gucci down to the ground
When she pass, she make the whole crowd turn around

[E.S.G.]
Real deal Cedric Hill, trying to make a mill
Give a woman ecstasy, without taking a pill

[Slim Thug]
I want a gal caramel, that smell like Shanel
The kind of female, you put in your V-12

[E.S.G.]
Yellow bones race up, but I reverse on dark
They like Free from BET's, 106 & Park

[Slim Thug]
White, light skinned or dark, don't hate on the race
If she cute with a body, then she in the right place, come on

[Chorus: Coco]

(*talking*)

(*Scarface*)
I want y'all to bust some shit man
And tell these niggaz man, that y'all invented
That motherfucking for, every motherfucking body
And they mama, trying to bust man
(ha-ha, really though), you know I'm saying man
Niggaz out here man, steal y'all shit on chrome
Ass wanna be E.S.G., kinky ass niggaz man
Bring they hat to they motherfucking ass man
Let these hoes know how we do it down here

[Hook - 2x]
(down here), ha we like to roll on dubs
(down here), we keep a chicken head up in the club
(down here), my thugs they get nothing but love
(down here), we off the chain like you thought we was

[Slim Thug]
I'm from the city of sippers, wood grain wheel grippers
Kilo shippers, candy coat car flippers
We ride 4's and vogues, with a mouth full of golds
Country niggaz and hoes, down here is how we roll
When something's tight it's thoed, when we shine we hold
You got cash cars and clothes, you balling out of control
Switching lanes on swinging thangs, that's called swang and bang
The club packed from front to back, that club off the chain
You got candy rims and beat, then you got you a slab
You cooking chickens in the kitchen, boy you off in the lab
Boys that hustle they grind, and if your diamonds shine you blind
You making money looking good, then you showing your behind
You blow endo that's do-do, screwed up means slow mo
You ride big body Benz, you riding big body fo' do'
Fa sho though you know, how that Texas talk
I'm trying to stack my green, I mean fill up my vault

[Hook - 2x]

[E.S.G]
Down here playboy, the gumbo's hot and spicy
Twinkies twist and crawfish, my wrist all icy
Better watch your wifey, down here we off the hook
You was smart that, better back-back take a look
I'm from the city where crooks, wear Cardiers and Rolleys
In Texas we partnas, in Louisiana they whodies
But it's the same thing, on this side of the Mississippi
Two hundred dollas a bottle, ain't talking bout Crissy
Talking bout codeine, baby fill up my cup
2002 Escalade, Billy grill on my truck
Now hold up maan, top down in the Bentley
With a bad chick, in my tape Monica Lewinsky
Made a mill independent, can't touch me kids
Split your wig then hire Cochran, like Puffy did
(fiesta) fiesta, like my name R. Kelly
I'm the boss see the cross, hanging off of our bellys

[Hook - 2x]

[Lil' Keke]
I can tell that you boys, got the wrong idea
We some slab riding gangstas, get a car every year
(down here) we like to ball, play above the rim
E.S.G., the young Don and a thug named Slim
(down here), we tolerate no type of disrespect
Have a bitch acting bad, on that do' and that X
(down here), we push 26 sitting low to the flo'
And double deuces on a truck, when I crawl by slow
(this year), I'm gonna switch it to the platinum frame
Do shows with plenty hoes, that be screaming my name
(down here), it ain't no telling when you talking bout us
Got rocks in both ears, cause that shit is a must
(down here), we break hearts and leave punks for dead
We don't claim the blue or red, cause our city is FED
(down here), I'm better known as Lil' Keke the Don
Getting rich and going hard, to get it all for my son

[Hook - 2x]

[Chorus]
Work that thing
Twerk it fast
Go on about that ass
If you wanna make some cash
On them things
And that's glass
Wood across the dash
Lookin good when we pass
Swang and Bang
And mash on
Don't make this be a song
That we whip your ass on
What you claim?
Then throw it up
On a drank, pour it up
On a smoke, roll it up

[Slim Thug]
I'm Don bread
A young hogg, shaking the feds
I was led, to put lead
In these fake, haters head
I'm 100% about my bread
Show a dollar and I'll follow
Ben Franks my role model
So I'm no freestyler
If it's free ain't me
Money talk, shit walk
And since, my time cost
I can't afford to be bought
Cash for everything around me
It's on the ground, you found me
I can't let my people down me
Ain't nothing but stars around me
I had to ball, or stay broke
Get a job, or sell dope
I choose dope
Cause I don't look good in hallowed ropes
I'm trying to shine
I promise I can't get left behind
I keep that money on my mind
At all times
I do what I wanna
Might fly to Daytona
To get in a sauna
If it ain't sticky marijuana
Take it back to the corner
It's your life, ya happy?
Well do what you do
Don't let nobody knock ya hustle fool
Do what you do
Ha.

[Chorus]
Work that thing
Twerk it fast
Go on about that ass
If you wanna make some cash
On them things
And that's glass
Wood across the dash
Lookin good when we pass
Swang and Bang
And mash on
Don't make this be a song
That we whip your ass on
What you claim?
Then throw it up
On a drank, pour it up
On a smoke, roll it up

[ESG]
Now ESG be shinning
Top on recline
G Riding with a dime piece
Smoking on some pine trees
You can find me
On Giavoni's and Kiss
Now what really turn me on
Is some Tina Thompson lips
Ha, Com-ets flip
We on fire!
Trying to bust
Like a set of ol' Firestone Tires
Organize the franchise
That was destined to rise
Gotta keep my mind on the prize
I look at my lil' son's eyes
Player, you know, and I know
That we gotta get green
Hit the scene, like Outkast
So fresh, and so clean
Wanna make a million dollars
Let me spend sixteen
Give me one big machine
And a ???
Candy green, TV screens
We thought of that codine shit
That pinky ring and byzletine
And all that bling, bling shit
This song for rappers, and jackers
Strippers, and brick flippers
Everybody about that money
We goin to representin with ya!

[Chorus]
Work that thing
Twerk it fast
Go on about that ass
If you wanna make some cash
On them things
And that's glass
Wood across the dash
Lookin good when we pass
Swang and Bang
And mash on
Don't make this be a song
That we whip your ass on
What you claim?
Then throw it up
On a drank, pour it up
On a smoke, roll it up

[Slim Thug & ESG]
It's me, the Slim T
And that ESG
Northside
Southside
Bringing heat to the street
You got beef? beat your feet
Cause my click ain't weak
We gotta new logo
You seen the platinum piece
We goin back to back
And wreckin track for track
We went from crack to ??
Just to make our stack
A TTS Cadillac
A crooked braids to the bag
A ball fade Escalade
Where my Gucci shades at?
Me and Slim goin shine
We reading Rolex time
ninety-nine gotta mind
On the million dollar grind
Let my fifth recline
Let my top down
We smile at the same time
And lave the whole world blind
Ha

[Chorus]
Work that thing
Twerk it fast
Go on about that ass
If you wanna make some cash
On them things
And that's glass
Wood across the dash
Lookin good when we pass
Swang and Bang
And mash on
Don't make this be a song
That we whip your ass on
What you claim?
Then throw it up
On a drank, pour it up
On a smoke, roll it up

Bounce playa, bounce playa
Where my soldiers at?
Bounce playa, bounce playa
Where my soldiers at?
Bounce baby, bounce baby
Make that ass clap
Bounce baby, bounce baby
Make that ass clap
Bounce playa, bounce playa
Where my thugs at?
Bounce playa, bounce playa
Where my thugs at?
Bounce baby, bounce baby
Make that ass clap
Bounce baby, bounce baby
Make that ass clap
Ha

(*talking*)
Huh hold up, 2000 and 2
You already know how we do
You know I'm saying, pull up in front of the club
banging looking good, hopping out and swanging on blue
Boss Hogg Outlaws, doing what they wanna do
Security talking bout, turn the music down
Man we walk up to the club, do what we wanna (huh)
Smelling like dro you already know
Slim Thug tell 'em how we do it

[Slim Thug]
We riding big body Benz, Gucci shade lens
Me and all my friends, got the platinum diamond grins
Every thing I'm in spin, on twenty inch Lorenz
Laid back on buck skin, with my braids in the wind
Not a twin, but me and Ray Face got twin Coupes
Me and my super thoed group, drop platinum hits like Snoop
I can't hoop, but people still call me a balla
And I can't shoot, but people still call me a shot caller
Standing taller than the rest, staying dressed to impress
Twenty karats on my chest, Gator boot, suits and vests
Don't mess with the best, cause we put boys to rest
Respect that Houston Tex, cause we break and stack checks
Dirty Third sip bar, endo in cigar
Menage tois in the spa, like a porno star
Me and E up to par, wherever we are
Flipping bar foreign cars, double R Jaguars

[Chorus: Carmen San Diego]
You don't wanna bang with us
Cause you know we dangerous
If you real, you can swing with us
Cause we are from that Dirty South

[Chorus: E.S.G. & Slim Thug]
When we hit the club, you know we thugged out
Twenty-fo' seven, them boys they iced out
First thing they say, who let them Hoggs out
They must be from the Dirty South

[Carmen San Diego]
Carmen San, and you got's to like me
Cause I'm pulling up fly, looking nice and icey
If a playa wanna hit, tell me what the price be
Six digits no less, baby don't strive me
Hopping me and my crew, roll up big body Benz
Chromed out twenties, big bubbled eyed blue lens
All my playas set trends, and spend big dividends
Southside showing up, blowing up bubbling
Club parking is packed, me and my click walking in
Diamonds shining, blinding and sparkling
Best believe we squash that chatter, they stopping and talking in
When the club let out, this Big Billy I'm hopping in

[Chorus]

[E.S.G.]
Big stack of paying dues, sitting fat on 22's
9-5 Air Macks, my platinum FUBU
Squatting in my drop, my Cardier watch
The mo' Lac I got, the harder they bop
Stash spot for glock, two tone Navigator hot
Boss Hogg calling shots, trying to block spray the block
Make 'em stop, three karat rock the ice thick
Baller blockers caught a flicks, I'ma pull up my convicts
This is it, everything I spit a hit
Got swanging and banging, popping trunks reclining kits
In the mix, in a 6 with a body full of gliss
Two punching keys chicks, Sade and G the shit
Twenties turn and twist, with each lane I switch
Mary Jane in my piss, wood grain in my fist
Clarion screens lit, banging at a high fix
Banging R. Kelly screwed, I Wish, I Wish

[Chorus - 2x]

(*talking*)
Yeah, Daz Dilinger, E.S.G., Slim Thug
Doing it up real big, ha-ha
What's going down my nigga

[E.S.G.]
Let me see you holla-holla, if you love the summer time
Hit the detail shop, get your drop top shine
Ain't no subways here, it's thugs down here
20 inch dubs, what we love down here
The best part of year, bout the end of May
Now the best thing to see, MLK on Sunday
Candy spray on gray, playing Playstation 2
Looking good when I come through, I smell barbecue
E.S.G. true-true, pop roof purple Sprite
Sin in the Benz, rims circle at the light
Cardier filled with ice, got a cooler full of comas
Say playboy, you know the blades are the old ones
AME's, on the SUV's
DVD's, with the five T.V.'s
Maaan, off the showroom flo'
I love the thug life, boy you already know

[Hook: Mike Wilson]
I wanna ride with you, Southside
That sticky green I'm looking clean, let's ride
I wanna floss with you, Northside
From H-Town to L.A

[Daz]
See ain't no feeling like it's feeling, when you balling and you chilling
Stacking chips by the minute, see the hoes straight grinning
Hit the 59, puffing a pound
Hit the 6-10, now I'm in the wind again
Hit up E.S.G. and Slim Thug, prolly smoke rims up
So fresh and so clean, I hit couple my friends up
Now a G at St. Claire what's up Sin (heey)
The sticky Mary do way, everyday all day
I'm so serious about it no doubt it, if you a G straight shout it
Put your pistols in the air, and be about it
This way and that way, sideways on the highway
Motherfucker, I do it my way
You see what you see, is just what you get
E.S.G. and Slim Thug and Daz, dropping gangsta shit

[Hook]

[Slim Thug]
The sunshine got me tan, while I head to the sand
Top down music playing, wood grain in my hand
It's summer time, so I feel like I gotta shine
Candy do's glass 4's, with the fifth reclined
Popping trunks on swang, is how we clown in that Tex
From my wrist to neck, I'm invisible sets
Nothing less, Slim Thug the flow pro rapper
As I head to the Kappa, 4 swangas and adapters
(turning heads while we crawl, up and down the C-Wall)
From now on my mind set, to just ball ball ball
I hit the mall like whatever, what I want I get
I never run out of cheddar, cause my stash too thick
From H-Town to L.A., L.A. to V.A
Represent where you're staying, let me see how you play
Now make way for the city, that love to po' up
Cause H-Town and Boss Hogg, is about to blow up

[Hook]

See what you see, is just what you get
It's just that Thug and Daz, dropping gangsta shit

(*talking*)
Biatch yeah, E.S.G., Slim Thug, Daz Dillinger
Running the South, the North, the West, the East yeah
Put your hands up, all my bitches put your hands up
Real gangstas put your hands up, yeah

(*talking*)
Boss Hogg Outlaws, street millionaires
You know we getting this street money, shit
Whether it's weed, ki's or c.d.s
Trying to get it with the M-O's
Now Slim hit em where it hurt (ha)

[Slim Thug]
The trunk open boppers scoping, but don't watch me
I'm shotgun with Sleepy, watching eight TV's
Right behind that Chi-Town, and we headed to Cali
Popping candy blue do's, on a thoed Denali
Riding like we in a rally, candy coats crawl spokes
Live like rich white folks, and float million dolla boats
I spend six hundred c-notes, to decorate my throat
And got a mansion house snow, with the dope to smoke
Whole lifetime from being broke, my grand kids gon ball
I bought a car by the bar, and still knock down the mall
A young Hogg is what I'm called, when I step in the place
Cause when I step up in the place, my diamonds up in your face
Staying on a paper chase, so I'm shaking the leaves
I proceed to block bleed, cause getting green is what I need
The Re-Rolex Times, and sip the moet wine
Boss Hogg boys blind, when it's time to shine ha

[Hook - 2x]
We read Rolex Times, and sip the moet wine
Not a Cash Money brother, but I know how to shine
Start up my rhymes, and now my diamonds glare
I'm a self made, full paid street millionaire

[Lil' O]
I ain't never been a roach, on a leash or side kick
Like these other bitch niggaz that's broke, and ride dick
How the fuck you boys only sell dope, to buy kicks
No wonder how I glow, and hop out the fly six
I'm a street millionaire, cause I mash the gas
And watch you other boys flash, how I stash my cash
I'm known for wrecking boys face, mash they ass in half
When I pull up in the drop top, Jag on glass
I'm on my note, princess cuts on my throat
Plus you can tell by the soft mink, on my coat
And watch you boys on the block, I'm on the boat
Getting head from a red, that give the longest strokes
I keeps it real, I'm all about eating meals
I don't hang with nan nigga, that ain't seeking mills
Till he's on the pay roll, and they keep a steal
I make a call, boys getting hit with heat then chill, for real

[Hook]

[E.S.G.]
Now we balling in the Bentley, big bodies and Benzes
The way my twenties spin, they go clean to the dentist
'Fore my son turn one, I hang with 2001's
Eddie Bauer car seats, so me and him can have fun
Talking stocks and bonds, public seeing my dones
Super charged Impala, pop my collar like the Fonz'
Ten karats on my teeth, then the karats on my charm
Add the karats on my arm, that's more than a rabbit farm
I got Phat Farm, but I don't need a outfit
Talking bout the Texas rent, cost two point six
Street rich four point six, Range Rover for winter
In the summer catch me gunning, platinum leather on the list
Chrome on Bentley and the Benz, sick my light on the mirror
For the wife birthday, two thousand at the galleria
If my diamonds were more clear, I'd line the palaya
Now it's time to thank us, for buying Texas a stadium

[Hook - 2x]

(*talking*)
Ha Slim Thug, E.S.G., Boss Hogg Outlaws
My boy C on the track, putting it down like this
Live from the Manger baby
You boys out there on that chrome, watch your back
Slippers get got, feel this
(can't never leave the crib, without a murder weapon)

[E.S.G.]
Now keep the sell us on the real, it's from the man with the grill
E.S.G. what's up Bun B, you from the land of the trill
Trying to get our hand on a mill, don't give a damn how they feel
I know my hood real, you see us working wood wheel
What's the deal, we still riding dirty in Texas
Got something you never seen, a 4-30 Lexus
Riding reckless bending corners, you slip you's a goner
That cat in that mask, was something mo' than marijuana
Yokohamas for twenties, riding vogues with swangas
Three TV with a DVD, Playstation 2 with disc changer
From Southside to the Manger, Boss Hoggs be wrecking
Leaving jackers confused, like presidential elections
Bubble dried what we got, where we put our cash
Keep on crying bout us, I'ma put my foot in your ass
Put a hole in your mask, for trying to stop our shine
Got a glock in my lap, at all times

[Hook - 2x]
We keep one up in the chamber, strapped for danger
These boys'll get you, for your twenties or swangas
Midwest, Dirty South, represent where you from
(can't never leave the crib, without a murder weapon)

[Slim Thug]
Slippers get got, jackers get shot
If I catch em trying to plot, in my parking lot
They got me for my drop, now I shop at Topeka lot
I wasn't high, cause Rodney D. Young, shot me a knot
Got back on my feet, one month later, back on the street
Twenties inches I be, on my big body fleet
Yeah you caught me slipping, but I'ma charge it to the game
But when I catch you slipping, I'ma put one in your frame

[E.S.G.]
Gon be a mask in Texas, but without change songs
Especially if them folks, pass them gun control laws
I'm trying to roll like my papa, retire one day
Till then I'm on MLK, it's on found sun down
Now what's up Southside, we smoking trees to the dawn
Forget to turn the alarm, and find your TV's gone
Get your brains blown, that glock'll pop your ass
Or should I let the electric fist, shock your ass

[Hook]
We keep one up in the chamber, strapped for danger
These boys'll get you, for your twenties or swangas
East Coast, West Coast, represent where you from
(can't never leave the crib, without a murder weapon)
We keep one up in the chamber, strapped for danger
These boys'll get you, for your twenties or swangas
Midwest, Dirty South, represent where you from
(can't never leave the crib, without a murder weapon)

[Slim Thug]
Ride with me, and come see what that North be like
We sip syrup and Sprite, and let our mind take flight
Bub light shine bright, when we creep at night
With red eyes and bad sight, cause we don't sleep at night
I'm from the side known for jacking, placking and pistol packing
It's like New Jersey Drought, but these boys ain't acting
They'll break you off, if you live on the North or the South
Cause it don't matter where you from, or where you floss
It's every man for himself, out here
And that's why we thugged out, and ride with no fear
It look like it's getting better, year by year
But I still got my chrome baretta, here in the clear
But it ain't all bad, matter fact it's all good
Cause it go down, every night up in my hood
We sip pints, blow kill and just chill
We all from the North, but we all gone still for real

[Hook - 2x]

(*talking*)
Ha, that's on the real baby
Know I'm saying, 2001 2000 and 2
Huh, Boss Hogg Outlaws we ain't half stepping
(can't never leave the crib, without a murder weapon)
It go down, I don't care where you at
What's up East Coast, know I'm saying
New York, down Jersey, Virginia, all them boys out there
I know y'all got y'all murder weapon
(can't never leave the crib, without a murder weapon)
What what, Midwest ha, where you at know I'm saying
St. Louis, on up through, I know them boys out there
Got they murder weapon, you know what I'm saying, keep it real nigga
(can't never leave the crib, without a murder weapon)
What what, all my West Coast dogs, you know what I'm saying
That C walking, B walking doing your god damn thang
I know you got your motherfucking murder weapon out there baby
(can't never leave the crib, without a murder weapon)
Huh huh, what what down here in the Dirty South
That's how we do it, Boss Hogg Outlaws, Big Dinero Entertainment
Boss Hogg Entertainment, S-E-S, what what what
My big dog Sin huh, that's the style
Them boys got they murder weapon, what's up M-O-E
Ha it's going down boy, feel this
(can't never leave the crib, without a murder weapon), huh

[Chorus]
Watch out Boss Hogg is coming through
We holding it down (hold it down baby)
And everybody that's running they mouth
We gon shut y'all down, shut y'all down
All my thugs and my g's who paid they dues
This year we gon shine
And everybody that's on the grind
Keep money on your mind, on your mind

[H.A.W.K.]
I shut em down, cut em down, quick to throw my weight around
To yellow bone or sugar brown, Boss Hogg we holding on
We getting our glow on, and so on and so on
If niggas talking down, that's something you can blow on
And this song's to let you know, be real about your do'
Keep your mind on pay roll, and I guarantee you'll get mo'
Watch how quick you be rich, I strongly suggest
Get your paper and invest, and don't settle for second best

[E.S.G.]
Southside official, Screwed Up Click original
You went down to 99, you not a percent artificial
Playa hating me detrimental, better watch what you say
This dream team bout green, BB King on my two way
Telling me, E.S.G. let me do a story on your life
To show the world how u emerge, to splurge your ice
Slim and H.A.W.K. on the right, with Key and Mike we assassin
Fat checks we cash em, shut em down to mash em, huh

[Chorus]

[Slim Thug]
Watch out, here come them hogs, in them big L dogs
You wanna see somebody ball, follow us to the mall
I need my money tall, when I talk I walk
It's Slim Thug, E.S.G., and my dog Big H.A.W.K.
Living laid in the shade, all dues been paid
To tell the truth we got it made, something hatas can't fade
Riding thick like a parade, shutting all blocks down
Bout to show the whole world, how that H-Town clown

[H.A.W.K.]
Make way, for the H-A-W-K
You can bet your last dolla, I got something to say
I'm not caring like Donna, with mo' hits than Madonna
I got niggas out here, trying peep my persona
Ask your baby mama, bout Slim and E
She got fucked by them, then got fucked by me
This the big three, G-R-I-N-D
I-N-G, all about the currency, what

[Chorus]

[E.S.G.]
B's for Boss Ballas, best believe we bout bread
O's for off the chain, when we swang we turn heads
The double S is for the Southside, on my SS Impala
Ah fuck it, this year it's staying stacking dollas
Saranada enemies, g's in my facinity
The H is for you hoes, with homosexual tendencies
The O's for ounce of do-do, and optimo nigga
The double G for ghetto gold, getting green and go-getter

[Slim Thug]
Some hard hitters bout our figgas, out that Texas nigga
We pull triggas on fake niggas, bullshittas and quittas
We shut em down, top bound, turning smiles to frowns
Going round for round, from each town to town
The new pitcher on the mound, is the Mr. Slim Thug
The young boss out the North, that sell like drugs
Show me love, cause this year Boss Hogg gon shine
We on a million dolla grind in our times, watch out

[Chorus - 2x]

(*talking*)
Ha, hold up out the Shop looking good
Know I'm tal'n bout, Rayface out the Shop
Slim, them boys out the Shop
It's going down, know I'm saying
Me, C-Styles and Big Sin, 2002
Drop L-Dogs looking good, this how it go down
Know I'm saying, er'body acting bad
Believe that Troy, this how we gon do it ha

[Hook]
Man I'm in my drop-drop, rolling on the chop-chop
Boppers gon bop-bop, but it don't stop-stop
Third Coast's finest, feel what we spitting
Like a platinum Rolex, we just roll we ain't ticking
Balling in the mix, gotta get the drank mix
Ooh fool, this is what we do
Throw up a deuce, then we just smash
E, Slim and C watch us mash for our cash

[Slim Thug]
I top drop on 4's, and pop trunk on hoes
I'm closing candy do's, free on blow snow
From the Tre to the Fo', in my topless dancer
It's that elbow pouncer, yellow bone enhancer
I can make you catch cancer, cause I smoke so much
I stack do' so much, I wreck the flow so much
I get much respect, when I come down your block
And what you call rags, but we call drops
When my trunk unlock, the whole block gon stop
Cause I'ma make the boppers bop, and your mama call the cops
I got five T.V.'s, playing DVD's
While me and three G's, blowing on three trees
And it's 80 degrees, top dropping weather
The weather done got better, I'm lied back on leather
A young trend setter, whenever I ride
I'm top dropping worldwide, representing H-Town

[Hook]

[E.S.G.]
I'm out the Shop don't stop, my top dropped for the summer
Everything dipped in chrome, from my rims to my bumper
Low pro Yokohamas, eight fifteen's knock
(*beeping*), remote control air shocks
Trunk pop hang flip, flop I'm on the tip-top
Two liter Sprite, bout to hit the sip spot
Haters get got, got a stash spot for glock
Infrared dot, protect the rocks in my watch
Dump it like a Sasquatch, when it chop your block
Nuts the size of watermelons, did you see tell him we hot
Got the game in a headlock, we coming through
While them haters shoo-shoo, we run choo-choo's
Like hoo-doo, we put hexes on niggaz
T.V.'s in the headrest, DTS'ing these niggaz
Best in Texas nigga, so back-back fool
We ride with heat, the size of Shaq's shoes

[Hook]

[C-Styles]
Drop top trunk pop, I'm mashing fast
Pop my trunk I show my glass, I'm acting a damn ass
A screen on my dash, size of computer screens
You can hear the six fifteen's, and the V-dozen machine
I'm pulling up mean, and my candy still dripping
Mix the Sprite with the lean, and I'm still sipping
Got Mr. Q-Y, and them haters set tripping
I got the Lexus back, and I'm S-Class flipping
I swang to the lot, to get the drop PT Cruiser
Throw the boy out the roof, representing Bogalusa
We slamming E.S.G., we got's to get the Cardiers
Cause we ball like Jason, Dujan and Battier
Sixteen-five for a bird, so nigga quit hating
In Texas they ride swangs, in Louisiana it's daytons
Screens fall no hesitation, my trunk still shaking
And the four 18's, got my Neons breaking

[Hook]

[E.S.G.]
Drop, tops
Swang on bops, fuck cops
Whoa, no
That's how Dirty South niggaz roll

[E.S.G]
Uh-oh, better let us loose
It's going down
Boss Hoggin' entertainment
Big Denero entertainment
E.S.G. and Slim Thug
Feel it man, feel it man

Make way for E.S.G. my 20's - CRAWLING
Denero Entertainment - BOSS HOGGIN'
Platinum piece, Coreniece, we ridin' - BENTLY'S
And I ain't trying to see no damn - PENITENTIARIES
But if this rap don't pay off, I'm back - GRIMMIN'
Invisible set diamonds, man I'm - SHINNIN'
Hot boys, with hot toys so ask - MISSY
You can catch us at the bar, sippin - CHRISSI
We flip birds, and sip syrup and drive - RECKLESS
Represent both sides of Houston - TEXAS
10,000 dollar payment on ya - LEXUS
Man I spent that last week on my - NECKLACE
See I got my own lable, it's goin - DOWN NOW
Got everybody bouncin' like I'm - BOW WOW
fall, fade, gettin' paid for the - SUMMER
Watchin' 'Kings of Comedy' - IN THE HUMMER

[Chorus x2]

NOW GETCHYA HANDS UP! - IF YOU'S A BALLER
Shot caller, trying to make ya money - TALLER
Like Jay and UGK, we big - PIMPIN'
Make some noise all my independent - WOMEN

[Slim Thug]
Well It's the Mister Slim Thug - BOSS HOGGIN'
24 hours a day, I stay - BALLIN'
Candy blue, 22 inch - CRAWLIN'
Finally, me and E.S.G. - SHOT CALLIN'
On the grind, we makin' mo' - SWEATY
These boys hate, but boys ain't - READY
My Excursion, the size done by - Eddie
Full of drank and dro, tryin' to hold the wheel - STEADY
When I ride, my candy paint - SHINNIN'
And when I talk, my diamonds be - BLINDIN'
I can't stop, and won't stop - GRINDIN'
Up to the top, is where I'm re - CLININ'
Me and E, some super throwed - PLAYAS
Pushin' Gators, rollin' over - HATERS
We done bred, so boys can't - FADE US
These H-Town streets is what - MADE US

[Chorus x2]

NOW GETCHYA HANDS UP! - IF YOU'S A BALLER
Shot caller, trying to make ya money - TALLER
Like Jay and UGK, we big - PIMPIN'
Make some noise all my independent - WOMEN

[E.S.G]
Now there ya go in Parasuco's and - FENDIES
Ok la pasa sinorita - COMPRENDIES
Dope game, or rap game, you know we - RUN IT
We're back to back, back to back, like the - COMETS
We pullin' up in platinum trucks on the - CORNER
Look at the ice, you might catch - GLAUCOMA
I be shakin' and bakin' and doin' my thang - SOLJA
And when I flow they be 'MAN!' - HOLD UP!

[Slim Thug]
We top drop, and keep our trunk - POPPIN'
When we wreck, we keep the crowd - HOPPIN'
We scared boys when they heard we was - DROPPIN'
We hoggin' now, so ain't no - STOPPIN'
Spend a ten today won't - BREAK US
We blow money, cause money don't - MAKE US
Come to our show, if you think we - FAKERS
We foreign name, wide frame - SHAKERS

[Chorus x2]

NOW GETCHYA HANDS UP! - IF YOU'S A BALLER
Shot caller, trying to make ya money - TALLER
Like Jay and UGK, we big - PIMPIN'
Make some noise all my independent - WOMEN

NOW GETCHYA HANDS UP!

[Hook]
Too many haters, still try to take me off of my game
See a young playa gripping wood
Looking good hold up, man we off the chain
See us coming down, and we're holding
It's the Z-Ro, Slim Thug and E.S.G.
We don't give a damn about none of these hoes
We all about our do', we ain't tripping no mo'

[E.S.G.]
Armed and dangerous, wanna spit them flows
Swang with us, if you wanna sit low
The game of life be shife, better think twice
Aren't they nice, get killed hoe
For real though, kick your ass with a steel toe
What can I say, you niggas gay you need a deal though
Work my wheels so, twenty three minutes from your town
Udaville hoe, 23 inches from the ground
Hold up now look around, playboy you don't want no drama
Off the chain and untamed, orangatangs out the jungle
Make the loudest nigga mumble, baller blockers can't stop this
Wanna throw me out the game, like my name Rasheed Wallace
Hold up, blow the whistle that's a tech
We got home court advantage, this year we bout to wreck
Hit up nigga sets, snap they neck
Take to the chest, trying to fuck with the best
Invisible set, baguettes, Rolex when I flex in the Lex with the big S-S
Now who's next, you gon understand it
Back in the tour van, with Jennifer Lopez panties in my hand ha

[Hook]

[Z-Ro]
Z-Ro the Mo City Don, bigger my bricks and profits
It's evident that I'm a President to the game, you can't baller block it
You can't block my ball, when I get a flick a screen gon fall
Give me fo' corners, and I punish em all
Never gon fall off, when I haul off in the L dog
My block my bread and butter, keeping my pockets nice and thick
Whether be solid or whether be soft, the game ain't never been known to quit
We went from riches to rags, rags to riches, while maintaining
Composure rock and witness these fellas, as they was switching
Investing in plenty bars and stocks, still got money coming out the block
I scheme to plot to the cream of the crop, fuck a bitch we gon leave a bald spot
They trying to take me off my game, wanna see me not having thangs
Mo City Texas Ridegmont mayn, killa codeine and mary jane
Over the plate it's time to bat, it's out of the park I told you that
Lucky Al Gore couldn't hold it back, now I gotta calm down with a doja sack
Z-Ro, Slim Thug and E.S.G., we in it to win
Mechanical gorgeous everytime our records spin, Mr. Hater

[Hook]

[Slim Thug]
I feel like in real life, they thinking I'm Santa Clause
I hide from mo' hoes and mo' foes, than I hide from the laws
They in my face with no pause, steady trying to make a G fall
Like Tupac fuck all y'all, cause I need my cash tall
Trying to hate on mine you outta line, I shine because I grind
I keep that money up on my mind, for the umpteenth time
When I write a rhyme I rhyme real, and getting green is what I feel
A five figga nigga that want a mill, before my record deal
Still trying to get it, I hustle and can't quit it
My target in range, is up to me to aim and hit it
Boy forget it, if you think I'm falling off of my game
You off the chain, you must of fell and lost your brain
I maintain and look good, and grip wood through my hood
Fuck a hoe I'm bout my do', let's keep it understood
While these haters falling off, I'ma be falling in
Big falling in the Benz, solo fuck friends cause uh

[Hook]

[Hook - 2x]
We gangstafied, and live gangsta lives
Every day and night, hustle hard to shine
Though it's hard at times, we gon keep our head up
Boss Hogg Outlaws, till I'm dead or fed up

[Sir Daily]
Thugged out gangsta living, is the life for me
A Hogg nigga chasing cash, with a mission to see
Keep a steal on my hip, 'case a hater invade
I live my life in a rush, in all means to get paid
So I pray to get saved, my gangsta ways got me sinning
For my paper ain't no limit, Boss Hogg till I'm finished
Numb your jaw like a dentist, cause the click don't play
We tote nine's and AK's, and stay ready to spray

[E.S.G.]
About five years ago, smoking dro in my crib
Some bullshit jacker, found out where I lived
My girl Carmen in the next room, with a newborn kid
I chose the street life, sometimes that's how it is
But the Lord had a plan, grab the 4-5
The same do' he entered, that's where that nigga died
More money more problems, I done paid the price
And it's a god damn shame, I'm gangstafied for life ha

[Hook - 2x]

[Slim Thug]
We keep it gangstafied, when my gangstas ride
Boss Hogg Outlaws, throw it up with pride
We on the rise, so bitch get the hate out your eyes
Start plex with my click, and get sent to the sky
Can't let the cash flow die, gotta hold on
Like the song, one day you here next day gone
Real G's stay strong, and survive
Long as I'm alive, I promise I'ma provide and keep it gangstafied

[Doody]
I roll deep for you old niggas, so listen up
The young Hogg is fed up, and I done had enough
The 4-5 is clutched, bitch now what that do
Y'all can't understand, what a young man can go through
Imagine life through the rearview, y'all ain't ready
One minute shit's gravy, and the next turn deadly
I believe like R. Kelly, but I know I won't fly
Paranoid riding high, till it's my time to die ha

[Hook - 2x]

[E.S.G.]
They say it's genocide, selling dope to survive
X-con need a job, on his application lies
Same day he got high, my nigga got fired
That's the cost of boss pay, being gangstafied

[Sir Daily]
From the bottom to the top, we guaranteed to reach
A bunch of thug crazed teens, packing clips of heat
We the click to see, and the cream of the crop
We Boss Hogg on the block, and stack knots till we drop

[Doody]
I roll wit the Boss bitches, smack niggas that talk shit
Boss Hogg still a click, and we real as it get
Doody giving haters a fit, cause we run this rap shit
Bout it bout it out the bricks, so real niggas feel this

[Slim Thug]
Long as my blood flow, Slim Thug gon chase do'
Being po', is something I can't be no mo'
See this a click of real niggas, spitting game you bumping
We Boss Hogg Outlaws, that name means something

[Hook - 2x]