Whatcha Know Lyrics - Singles - Boss Hogg Outlawz

(featuring Slim Thug, Chris Ward & Sir Daily) 

(*talking*) 

Slim Thugger uh, Boss Hogg Outlawz 

We be the Boyz N Blue nigga, we be the Boyz N Blue 

[Slim Thug] 

Mic check 1-2, 1-2 

Residing the Boss, of the Boyz N Blue 

Young Slim T, H-U to the G 

Bout to get this shit jumping, like it's 'pose to be 

I keep the dro close to me, stays in the party mode 

And get thoed, when the hand of Bacardi hold 

We like the kind, that blow pound for pound 

Rolling town to town, Boss Hogg with the top down 

Surround sound, got the streets on hit 

And all the bopping hoes, on dick 

And all the hating niggaz sick, cause we blew up quick 

Same boys that we grew up with, trying to get the shit 

That Slim get, cause Slim's the shit 

And so is his click, and so is his chick 

We blast off fast, shot from cross the bricks 

So when you see me rolling, in my drop top Caddy 

Throw your peace sign, and say hey pimp daddy 

[Hook - 2x] 

What you know about, them Dirty South Hoggs 

What you know about, them young Outlawz 

What you know about, my gangsta crew ha 

What you know about, them Boyz N Blue nigga 

[Chris Ward] 

Off top bitch, you know who 

C. Ward Mobstyle, and with them Boyz N Blue 

It's the yellow bone puller, from the Yellowstone Boule' 

You know me, and what I stay gon full of 

Blazing and dazing, off that purple dank 

Sometimes leaning and codeine'ing, off that purple drank 

I'm bout to introduce you, to the syrup and soda 

Cause y'all know how we do, we put our syrup in soda 

Your girl controller, smell this fresh herb I rolled up 

When you smoke you choke, and your eyes look swoll up 

They call me Chris Ward, I know you heard the name 

It's common like catching a Colombian, with a bird of caine 

I'm hot, so hot I could burn a flame 

You ought to listen to me Watts, now you could learn some thangs 

When I'm perving mayn, I swerve through lanes 

Blessing the ghettos, with my gutter herb and slang 

It's M.O.B. style, I need not go no further mayn 

Why rain on em, when I could form a hurricane nigga 

[Hook - 2x] 

[Sir Daily] 

Now I'm a young money maker, down low cake baker 

Break a hoe like a pimp, cause I'm not your savior 

Paint wet like a sailor, when I'm flipping in gator 

Turn the page on you haters, never trusting you traitors 

All these hoes trying to date us, see we richer with vapor 

Young nigga getting money, never missing my paper 

Snakes dwelling in my yard, laying low and waiting 

I'ma break off the breaker, cause I know they hating 

Throwing bows till I fold, ain't no escaping 

Show's over do's closed, I'm a pro at breaking 

These tracks, how you think I got these stacks 

Hustle on the block, moving my cheese packs 

Busting at the cops, fool I squeeze gats 

Thugging till I'm out, like Roxenette 

I'm busting on your mouth, if you stop green backs 

It's rugged down South, so we crawl clean Lacs 

[Hook - 4x]