Текст песни Boss Hogg Outlawz - Freestyle (Track 4)
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(*talking*)Run it, ladies and gentlemenPimps hustlas, hoes and gangstasWe wanna welcome y`all out tonightTo these Boyz-N-Blue Outlawz, gangsta party babyI`m your host for the evening, Killa KyleonHit spinner, Killa all the aboveKnow I`m saying, got my nigga Rayface behind meBoys doing this thang, let`s go run it uh[Kyleon]You might be nice, but I`m a whole lot better dogYou spit like a 22, I spit like a Baretta dogI got a M-16, and don`t work for Mrs. ThingBut when it bust, it`ll paint your whole sweater dogI`m a track rat, looking for the cheddar dogGet a fine dime, so I can pull it out and let her slobYou niggaz gotta rob, Kyleon make paperLike a Xerox machine, you niggaz gotta take paperI fuck bad chicks, y`all gotta date rape herAnd I make her have her change her heart, like a pace makerI`m a cake maker, Pillsbury Dough BoySo if your do` low, your shit need to grow boyBut why you in them streets, concentrating on getting that first dollaKilla`s in the booth, getting mo` dogI`m not a hoe dog, by now you should know dogInstead of keep asking Rayface, can I flow dogI know you see the badge, looking like a snow ballBody covered in ice, like I walked through a snow fallI`m having thangs, like a nigga playing throw ballBut I`m small as fuck, I`m trying to get some mo` dogIt`s my time to shine, I just thought I`d show y`allThat I`m first in line, I`m coming befo` y`allAnd you wondering why, these people ignore y`allIt`s because of my flow, they act like they don`t know y`allMy vocabulary`s large, and your shit is so smallYour fan base is little, and my shit is so tallI`m gon end the flow dog, call it quitsYou looking for Tha Boss 2, here it is my shit[Slim Thug]I`m Slim Thug, for those that don`t recognize this voiceAnd on these underground flows, I`m the people`s choiceThe chicks tell me when they see me, I make they panties moistAnd it ain`t got nothing to do, with the blue phantom Rolls RoyceWhen I pass they ass up, they back-back that ass upThey want the Boss to take they ass home, and smack-smack they ass upI don`t pass they ass up, I snatch-sntach that ass upI send `em out to the car, and pack-pack they ass upThen I take `em to the pad yeah, do her bad yeahHit from the back pull her hair yeah, then I share yeahI`m a pimp I don`t care, yeah I work these hoesI make these bitches turn tricks, till I hurt these hoesNow give me lea-way, it`s Slim Thee DayI drop the top on the SL, on the freewayDo it the G way, smoke till I can`t see straightIn the hood I got more customers, than EBayYou know how we play, them Blue Boys out the NorthSir, Killa, C. Ward, Lil Mel and the BossWhere you at Dirty South, put your hands upAnd if you ball like we ball, put your grands upEastcoast Westcoast, put your hands upAnd if you ball like we ball, put your grands up nigga[Sir Daily]It`s the Boyz-N-Blue year, in that 0-4We bust the clock on the game, and leave the sco` soYeah hot stats and numbers, spit raps that stun yaWe don`t take small bills, bring these stacks in bundlesPockets swoll and fat, Outlawz undergroundWreck the beat, they think we stole the trackHoes peeping when I flip, how I control the LacFeeling good off the green, cause I blow the sackYeah I got them Davin`s, windmilling on the freewayKnown to leave a nigga scratched up, like a DJSo who`s tipping, when you see the blue drippingOn buck screens stuck, glock nine Rug` rippingIt`s none other than we, showing glossWhen we floss in the drop, or the SUVHit that Northside of Houston, I`ll let you seeThat everything we spit real, when we wrecking these beats