Boss Hogg Outlawz Lyrics - Singles - Boss Hogg Outlawz

(featuring Sir Daily, Kyleon, Chris Ward & Slim Thug) 

[Intro: Slim Thug] 

Working my wood, through my city 

Breaking boys off, every night and day 

And I never got, one minute of sleep 

Cause I ball and say fuck, what them haters say 

The wood wheels, keep on turning 

And them ball bats, keep on burning 

Cause we rolling (rolling), rolling yeah (rolling) 

Rolling through the city 

(*talking*) 

Ha-ha-ha-ha, that shit was hot G 

In one baby, let's use it, uh-uh 

Yeah-yeah, uh-uh, yeah-yeah, uh 

Boss Hogg Outlaw niggaz 

[Hook] 

G-A-N-G-S-T-A, B-O-S-S H-O-G-G 

O-U-T-L-A-W-Z, Boss Hogg Outlaw gangstas 

[Slim Thug] 

It's him Slim, T-H-U-G 

But it's true it's me, on your mother's T.V 

On your brother's c.d., on your sister's wall 

The same dude, that your big sister call 

All day all night, but she not my type 

Unless she the type, to up it in one night 

I tend to get impatient, can't stand waiting 

Chicks be hating, so I quit dating 

I stay skating, 22 inch shoes 

The Boyz N Blue, giving boys the blues 

Your toys is cool, but Blue Boyz come through 

And make you and all, your boy toys old new 

Who want drama, Sir get the Hummer 

We bout to bang up the block, like a drummer 

For 2 double O-4, it's the Boss Hogg summer 

First place in the race, and we'll walk for the number go 

[Hook - 2x] 

[Kyleon] 

K to the Yizzi, L to the izzE 

Switch lanes in a Lac, the made it 3's get me dizzy 

I'm low, in a Lexus 4's Spre-O 

You steady passing by saying, watching how slow he go 

Everytime I'm in the whip, you see the Rolly glow 

I'm on dubs and skidding my tires, like Polly-O 

Ba-da, like Cube Mack or WC 

I'm sitting large on a foreign, just like my dubs be 

My car packed shorty, just like the club be 

I'm sitting low to the ground, just like the bugs be 

My baby mama fuck a G, she learning to love a G 

Celebrity, chicks be waiting in line to hug a G 

On X and Bubbly, fame is to my soul 

My body be shaking and shivering, my shoes are cold 

We letting them dogs out, I'm talking Lex and vogues 

That spit wide body low, to them attached the 4's 

[Hook - 2x] 

[Sir Daily] 

It's the grain butter lover, lane and gutter hugger 

Swinging wide frame, showing banging burning rubber 

Spinning 20 inches, paint change another color 

Hating niggaz utter, Sir Daily a mo'fucker 

I'm shutting down the spot, close the curtain show's over 

We bout to drop it, try to stop and pull me over 

But I keep mashing, speeding through the intersection 

Hiding from the laws, like an illegal Mexican 

See the ice rocks, wrist chain and watch 

Blue Boyz hop out, we entertain the lot 

You see the screens glowing, paint wet and shining 

Wanna know how I done it, I got that from grinding 

Young money maker, flashing my jewels 

Break the laws at all cause, with a bad attitude 

Doing what I do, flipping the script 

We ball till we fall, nigga get you some grip cause uh 

[Hook - 4x] 

Yeah-yeah, uh-uh, yeah-yeah, uh 

Boss Hogg Outlaw niggaz