Slim Thug Album

[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

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[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 that 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 for Tha Thug Show

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[Hook: Z-Ro]
Gangsta from my head to my shoes
So goddamn clean I'm giving haters the blues
Ain't too many players that played the game like I do
I'm getting rap money and getting street money too
Yeah jack I'm a gangsta, gangsta, gangsta
G.A.N.G.S.T.A.
I keep it real all day every goddamn day
And ain't goin never change homie I'm a stay this way a thug (a thug)

[Verse 1: Slim Thug]
Bitch I'm back
The biggest Boss Hogg of em all
It's Thugga muhfucka leader of them Outlaws
Made the city proud rep hard for the grill (huh)
They thought we fell off still getting it how I live (cheah)
Stay up in the club, let em know we still paid (still paid)
Reppin for the Nouf from the cradle to the grave (huh)
Gangstas don't hide so you see my face often (often)
Heater on my side so approach me with caution
Reppin great fame I appreicate the love
But don't get it fucked up (what) cause bitch I'm still a thug (still a thug)
The [? ] got bigger, the money got longer
It's Hoggs worldwide so the team more stronger (thugga)

[Hook: Z-Ro]

[Verse 2: Z-Ro]
Huh, that's right my nigga money, hoes, cars, clothes
I think I fell in love with clothes and cars and doe
I know y'all don't be seeing me at award shows
Fuck going commercial real nigga, y'all know how it goes
Thousand dollar bottle of camante y'all know how it flows
I die once, a thousand times that's how a coward goes
You don't want none of me nigga I got power blow
Hoes as big as tennis balls that's all a six sour note
Attitude like Pimp C, cup taste like Big Moe
R.I.P. to Pat and for the Hawk, that's my big bro
Every CD in my car say "DJ Screw"
If you from Houston and you rap my nigga he made you
I keep pens and pencils like bitches I pimp them hoes
Get it out of cock, put it in my socks it's what I do with the doe
Money ain't never been mad at me I stay cool with the doe
Like a dummy when he peeing I'm a fool with the flow

[Hook: Z-Ro]

[Verse 3: Slim Thug]
Hah, I can't stop I gotta make my nigga Pimp proud (R.I.P.)
That's why you see me reppin' Texas up in front of crowds (cheah)
Thugged out every nigga ride with the scratch (that's right)
Don't start shit but we stay ready for comeback
Don't know how to act, we goin fuck the club up (club up)
We just like em so the gangstas niggas love us (cheah)
My street nigga get a good girl pussy wet (that's right)
She say she coming home with me, that's a bet (that's a bet)
Before the Gin we get wasted off patron straight (straight)
After that see if her friend goin paticapate (huh)
Whole weight in the town got it locked down (locked down)
Got drank, got bricks, got plenty thous

[Hook: Z-Ro]

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[Intro/Chorus: B.O.B]
She Likes It Real Slow (Slow)
Then We Speed It Up Like Ooh (Ooh)
Baby Turn Around Like So (So)
Now We Got It Just Like
Something That We Both Like
Baby We Can Go So High (So High)
Higher Then You've Ever Been High (Uh)
Higher Then You've Ever Been High (Thugga)
Now We Got It Just Like
Something That We Both Like
Baby We Can Go So High
[Verse 1: Slim Thug]
So High
Thugga'll Make Her Head Touch The Sky
It's So Good She Look Like She About To Cry
Opposite Of Dry Baby Stay Soaking Wet
This The Best This Spot Is As Good As It Gets
She Rubbing On My Chest I'm Kissing On Her Neck
We're Going Long Going Strong Body Full Of Sweat
And Like The Saxatrone Thugga Got Her Mind Blown
Everytime She Come Home She Trying To Climb On
Addicted To The Dick Stay Trying To Get Her Head
Date Time We Make Time Just To Get It Quick
I Tell 'Em Meet Me Here Like I'm About To Hit A Lick
Bring Her Over And Let Her Get It Quick
[Chorus: B.O.B]
She Likes It Real Slow (Slow)
Then We Speed It Up Like Ooh (Ooh)
Baby Turn Around Like So (So)
Now We Got It Just Like
Something That We Both Like
Baby We Can Go So High (High Ha)
Higher Then You've Ever Been High (High Ha)
Higher Then You've Ever Been High (High Ha)
Now We Got It Just Like (Right)
Something That We Both Like (Right Like Right Like)
Baby We Can Go So High (High Ha)
[Verse 2: B.O.B]
First She Wants It Slow Then She Wants It Beat
Then She Wants It Deep Then She Taps Into That Innerfreak
Don't Be Shy Just Get Loose And Show Me How It Is Your Feet
I Like Her And She Likes Her And I'm Like Why Must We Compete
Now It's 3 of Us In Deep In Nar
I Don't Need No Sheets I'm a Sleep In The Stars
As Scruffy As The Signs So I'm Just The Type Of Guy
We're Flyin Where You've Never Been We Finna Get High
That's Higher Then You've Ever Been Higher Than Cloud Nine
We're Going Where You've Never Been So Sit Your Ass Down
Like The Singing In This Song Let Me See You Turn Around
And [?] Like The Haters Going Down For The Count
[Chorus: B.O.B]
She Likes It Real Slow (Slow)
Then We Speed It Up Like Ooh (Ooh)
Baby Turn Around Like So (So)
Now We Got It Just Like
Something That We Both Like
Baby We Can Go So High (High)
Higher Then You've Ever Been High (High)
Higher Then You've Ever Been High (High)
Now We Got It Just Like
Something That We Both Like
Baby We Can Go So High (High)
[Verse 3: Slim Thug]
I Aim To Please So Believe I Leave You Satisfied
A Lifetime Warranty Whenever You Ride
I Say That With Pride (Pride) And I Honor That (Honor That)
It's Guranteed Good Service You'll Be Coming Back
Just Like A Drug Girl You Need Thug
Got You In Love Thugga'll Make Your Heart Speed Up
Roll Your Weed Up It's Time For Thug Passion
Now Put Your Feet Up I'm a Keep Smashing
Keep It Lasting Till You're Higher Than You've Ever Been
I'll Take Your Mind And Body Places It Never Been
Yea Just Hit Me Up If You Need A Hit
Thug Boss On The Sway But Shes So Thick
[Chorus: B.O.B]
She Likes It Real Slow (Slow)
Then We Speed It Up Like Ooh (Ooh)
Baby Turn Around Like So (So)
Now We Got It Just Like
Something That We Both Like
Baby We Can Go So High (High)
Higher Then You've Ever Been High (High)
Higher Then You've Ever Been High (High)
Now We Got It Just Like
Something That We Both Like
Baby We Can Go So High (High High)
[Slim Thug- So High Lyrics (feat. B.o.B)]

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[Slim Thug]
As is, I aint changing for you suckers
if you aint f-cking with me, f-ck ya
and if you aint feeling how I feel, f-ck ya
you bitches aint paying my bills, so f-ck ya
I'mma boss, how bout low, ride out for the clique
or you can ride with us or eat a sick d-ck
I tell it how it is, them n-ggas speak fiction
I gotta keep it real, that sh-t is an addiction
so open up ya ears, all ya gotta do is listen
then everytime you see me, I'mma pull the description
if I say I got a Bentley than that bitch outside
if I say the watch 50, ask my Jeweler if I lie
Thug boss bitch

[Chorus]
I don't give a f-ck, if I do it's f-ck you
if you don't like what a n-gga do, f-ck you
that sh-t you n-ggas talking aint true, f-ck you
we got our money right n-gga, what you wanna do
I don't give a f-ck, if I do it's f-ck you
if you don't like what a n-gga do, f-ck you
that sh-t you n-ggas talking aint true, f-ck you
we got our money right n-gga, what you wanna do

[Lil Wayne]
I don't give a f-ck, if I do, it's f-ck you
run and do these holes like Maurice Jones Drew
life on the edge, I want my jumpsuit
my hoes keep their mouth closed like they suck glue
Weezy in this b-tch, Thugga I got ya
I'm all up in they face like the f-cking eye doctor
f-ck with me wrong turn ya brains into pasta
double barrell punk, it look like nostrils
real n-gga status, real n-gga period
you a real n-gga, now that's a conspiracy
young money sh-t, you gon need some artillery
science class n-gga, me and money got chemistry

[Chorus]
I don't give a f-ck, if I do it's f-ck you
if you don't like what a n-gga do, f-ck you
that sh-t you n-ggas talking aint true, f-ck you
we got our money right n-gga, what you wanna do
I don't give a f-ck, if I do it's f-ck you
if you don't like what a n-gga do, f-ck you
that sh-t you n-ggas talking aint true, f-ck you
we got our money right n-gga, what you wanna do

[Slim Thug]
Aint no punchlines in my rhymes I'm like this and like that
its just 36 lines of straight facts
okay I take that back, 36 lines of crack
now thats a brick hard n-gga can you buy that
try that
is that sh-t that you rap about real?
okay tell me this, how many n-ggas you done killed?
Okay, tell me this, is your clique really trill
or you just get gassed on, these pay the bills
the n-ggas tell the truth what would they be saying
be caught up in the streets and be like I was just playing
thats why they get robbed or set up for the slam
I'ma be me even when I'm verse laying

[Chorus]

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