Playlist Slim Thug

slim thug - already platinum

(feat. Pharrell Williams)

[Pharrell Williams]
Ha-ha-ha-hah hah hah hah hah

[Intro - Slim Thug]
Yeah! Yeah! Slim Thugga!
I don't think they ready for this beat
We gon take them boys to Texas right quick

[Verse - Slim Thug]
You know Tha Boss talk shit, walk shit, floss shit
Like it don't cost shit, that's why I'm Tha Boss bitch
Got a million worth of cars, bought a million dollar house
From making words rhyme out my million dollar mouth
You can see the watch gloss when you see Tha Boss walk
I keep my lips closed cause it cost when I talk
I'm so flashy, rims so glassy
Pull the dropper out, we gon show them boys nasty
Hood rats harrass me, I don't want the drama
They wanna get put up so they could be me baby mama
But I'm a chill, I'd rather work wood wheel
And throw them vogues and grills on candy automobiles
I'm still tipping on vogues, closing candy blue doors
From the old caddy coupe to the new blue Rolls
I'm from the hood living good, so I'm pimping
I ain't got my plaque in yet, but I'm already platinum

[Chorus - Slim Thug] (2x)
Mayne I'm already platinum
Mayne I'm already platinum
You know I'm already platinum
Mayne I'm already platinum

[Verse - Pharrell Williams]
Skating ass mister, money making ass mister
That Star Trak sign getting way damn bigger
Put Snoop in a coupe, I put Slim in a slab
I put them motherfuckers out wit that one-two jab
Wit the - glamorous jewels, wit the chandelier hues
Everytime I wave my wrist it makes the channel 3 news
In that 100 EX, that two-door shit
Look in my rear view, listen you're too close Thicke
You got it wrong, I don't touch the heaters
Though my Ice Cream sneakers got the drug dealer beepers
Don't let your Ego eat ya, shh! let me teach ya
All that brrrr make ya chest look just like some pizza
Huh!! You see what's happening, we King Kong smashing em
When new bitches is on my arm, the paparazzi is snapping em
The future's ours - and yours is blackening
Me and Tha Boss nigga, we already platinum

[Chorus]

[Verse - Pharrell Williams]
You ain't saying shit, you're weak and prom too
I'm making money making beats, and plus I pop too
Playa chill, don't get ya body chopped & screwed
Have ya sucking through a straw just to opt for food
About face and walk our way on too
Let the ladies in here do what they gon do
Seem like my wrist been dipped in diamond fondue
It's not just me, my man got one too

[Verse - Slim Thug]
I got my mind on cash and my grind on smash
Nowadays I gotta count my money by the bags
I done ran through the rags, now I get to see riches
Went from having rats to the superstar bitches
Used to never leave out them Northside blocks
Now I'm going to parties in Miami on yachts
And the grind don't stop, everytime you hear me rapping
Without the plaque in, I'm still already platinum

[Chorus]

[Bridge - Pharrell Williams]
It feels so good ma, ma to be platinum
Ha-ha-ha-hah hah hah hah hah
EVS diamonds and Bentley macking
Ha-ha-ha-hah hah hah hah hah
So sick this VSOPN a passion
Ha-ha-ha-hah hah hah hah hah
And after that you and I will be smashing
Ha-ha-ha-hah hah hah hah hah

slim thug - 316

Yeah, Slim Thugger, Boss Hogg Outlaws
Got plex, with the Boss, ha
Something you gotta deal with baby, ha, fa sho

[Slim Thug]
What's up motherfuckers, it's the show stopper Lil Yo dropper
Kappo popper, bout to break them off something proper
One man army, bout to make they summer stormy
I'ma handle every nigga, out here trying to harm me
Young Capo, bitch you ain't young no mo'
You a old man, why you still riding with Lil Yo
You need to get off Pac dick, and stop that copying shit
Boy you ain't no OG, over there in the bricks
Old hating ass nigga, talking bout you bust on me
I'll have Lil Yo, singing This Is For My Homies
I'm the fucking Boss, against all odds
Lil' Zane ass niggaz, y'all some broads and frauds
I'll pull your hoe card, snake skin ass bitch
I don't even know you nigga, so I'm making it quick
All I know, is that you rolling with two hoes
All you gay ass niggaz, need to get on your toes

[Hook]
Yeah, I'm serious
And this is one of 3:16
You bastards, I'm serious
This is only one of 3:16
Straight up, I'm serious
That was only one of 3:16
But check this shit out

[Slim Thug]
It's Slim T-H-U-G, about to wreck Big Pic
Fuck you and everybody, that you down with
You try to talk that hard shit, like you wanna come fight me
Knowing damn well, you wanna be just like me
Talking down on my click, I'ma back em up
You fuck with Sir or Doodie, and I'ma crack you up
Bitch you ain't in Swishahouse, sucker take off that piece
Quit trying to use that name, so you can sell in the streets
I saw that nigga A.D., and he didn't wanna speak
Well fuck you too, definition of weak
Take that fake ass earring, up out of your ear
Stop claiming up the street, you embarrassing your peers
Try that bullshit cougar, in the lake somewhere
Hating on me to a bitch, go play somewhere
Slim Thug says, you need to get off his dick
And Slim Thug says, you and Pic a bitch, motherfuckers

[Hook]
I'm serious
And this is two, of 3:16
You punks, I'm serious
This is two, of 3:16
Punk ass niggaz, I'm serious
This was two, of 3:16
16 number three

[Slim Thug]
So motherfuckers think, they can flow
But all of them niggaz, is some hoes
I got a lot of niggaz, that's down with me
But you bitch niggaz, shouldn't of clowned with me
Lil Yo, you say you looking cute in Polo shit
I heard your weak ass c.d., and it's bullshit
You gotta run to your hood, and beg em for help
You can't talk shit, and back it up for yourself
You hating on the Boss, trying to get you some wealth
But hating on me, is real bad for your health
I see your whole click, on 2Pac dick
Nursery rhyming ass nigga, you a lil' old bitch
Yeah I talk about my cars, I talk about my click
But bitch I wanna see you, try to put me on bricks
You better battle Lil Romeo, weak ass boy
I gave you street fame, old weak ass boy, remember that

[Hook]
You little motherfucker
I'm serious, and that was three of 3:16
For any niggaz, that wanna test
Come up and stress, these three motherfucking 16's
You can't fuck with it fool
We dropped three, of 3:16's
And ain't a motherfucker tight like this
We dropping three tight ass 3:16's

[talking]
Who they talking to man
These niggaz must of forgot
I know these niggaz man, I hung with these niggaz
Roll with these niggaz man
Did everything with these niggaz man
Helped them niggaz come up, the little they did
Ha, and they wanna turn they back on me and hate on me
Showed all them hoe ass niggaz nothing but love man
Let them niggaz borrow money to promote shows
And clothes and shit, you know I'm saying
He remember, turned your back on me mayn
All you niggaz is some hoes for that
Should of stayed down, and got paid with me
We all had the same chances, opportunities
But y'all ain't make it, y'all ain't got it

slim thug - dedicate

(feat. Pharrell Williams)

[Slim Thug]
My nigga Sleep Dog, you showed a young nigga how to ball
Never settled for small, my dog had it all
I can't believe you gone, I'm trying to stay strong
Damn what the fuck went on, when you went wrong
I remember the call on my phone, saying my nigga was gone
I never seen Corn and Sha, look so alone
This was the worst day, you died on Cogo birthday
It hurt me, to see that look on they face
We all gathered on the block, everybody in shock
That day, it felt like the world came to a stop
We lost a major dude, one of our click team captains
I got numb, when I heard how it happened damn
Fake niggaz and hoes showing up, like they feel how we feel
Still trying to be down, but shit we know who all real
We don't want no more friends, our family complete
We just got one sleeping six feet deep, my nigga

[Hook]
It's fucked up when a dog gotta die, when he trying to get his bone
I dedicate this to my niggaz gone
You know the type that just try to keep a steak on the table, while they home
I dedicate this to my niggaz gone
This for my niggaz on the left and right of Jesus, while he sitting on his throne
I dedicate this to my niggaz gone
And to them niggaz that shot ya when we see you, best believe that it's on
I dedicate this to my niggaz gone

[Pharrell]
My nigga use to ride with me (yep), get high with me (yep)
And fly with me (yep), slice them pies with me (yep)
Spray them guys for me (yep), and die for me (yep)
But (damn fool), why this way

[Slim Thug]
I'm still not over my nigga Stessa, Stank you still missed
My life was getting a lot better, until I ran into this
A tragedy a gangsta, my nigga had to be
Lil' Cheif don't know what's going on, and shit that's sad to see
Cortiana a star, we gon watch over her man
Courtney, she kinda know but she don't really understand
What's going on, I-Pop and Heaven at home
My nigga kept his family first, so I know where he gone
He left Corn with a lot to look after, he can take it
Not from your mother but we your brothers, so I know you gon make it
You got Sha you got Chad, you got Troy you got me
Ray, Ed, Mo, Shannon and Kenny G
We your family nigga, so wipe the tears from your eyes
Stay focused get your paper, and stay on the rise
You a hustler, and a jacker can't take that
Your brother Sleep gone, cause haters hate my nigga

[Hook]

[Pharrell]
My nigga use to ride with me (yep), get high with me (yep)
And fly with me (yep), slice them pies with me (yep)
Spray them guys for me (yep), and die for me (yep)
But (damn fool), why this way

[Slim Thug]
We had to wait crying, our dog a victim of a hate crime
These haters hate, cause he shined at all times
Seeing the way Sleep Dog ball, made a nigga chase paper
Remember the day you gave me your chain, at my show at The Maker
Get your shine on youngster, we love to see that
When I put candy on the Excursion, he loved to see that
We showed up, Sleep part of the reason I blowed up
When them haters saw how hard we ball, they fold up
He lived life to the fullest, everything to the extreme
Done so much, I think my nigga ran out of dreams
From cars clothes to hoes, competition is none
We had fun, like Nelly say we number one
I know Sha gon hold your name, and keep the click on game
Now I don't like to ride solo, I stay with a gang
Went from a sawed off gauge, to three AK's believe that

[Hook]

slim thug - diamonds

[Chorus: sample from UGK]
Diamonds pressing up against the woodgrain wheel (Haa)
When you see a pimp shining bitch tell me how you feel (I got the)
Diamonds pressing up against the woodgrain wheel (Yeah)
When you see a pimp shining bitch tell me how you feel (I got the)
Diamonds pressing up against the woodgrain wheel
When you see a pimp shining bitch tell me how you feel (That's right)
Diamonds pressing up against the woodgrain wheel
When you see a pimp shining bitch tell me how you feel

[Slim Thug]
Now who other than Slim Thugga, still tippin on fo's
wrapped up in gator boe's closing them candy doe's
Drank poe'd music slow how I roll when I'm flossin'
Trunk cracked in the back I'm in my lack big bossin'
I got the diamonds pressin' up against the woodgrain wheel
When you see a playa' shining bitch tell me how you feel
I'm tryin to chill cause pussy niggaz ain't real
Gon' make me drop 'em with the hands or pop 'em with the steel
I'm the dirty south boss them other suckas is clones
Misrepresenting Texas with them weak ass songs
Screens showin' trunk glowin' while I flip through the hood
Big diamonds, shining, blinding, while I'm grippin my wood
I got the..

[Chorus]

[Slim Thug]
I got the diamonds pressin' up against the woodgrain wheel
Butter top dropping on the candy Coupe Deville
Cup full of drank man we poppin' pint seals
The candy trunk bangin while I drop the fifth wheel
Riding so low I got my hand up on the steel
Them jackers tryin'a plot I bet the glock'll make 'em chill
I'm straight up outta Texas yeah the land of the trill
When you see a pimp shining bitch tell me how you feel
Had to bring back the foe's made them put away the choppers
Got the candy blue shining while I'm swangin on the boppers
Keep straight through stop signs fuck if the law stop us
Screamin' free Pimp C to the motherfucking coppers
I got the..

[Chorus]

Diamonds

slim thug - everybody loves a pimp

Chorus
Everybody loves a pimp
Chuch,chuch...Tabernackle, tabernackle...Preach, preach
Everybody loves a pimp
Chuch,chuch...Tabernackle, tabernackle...Preach, preach
Everybody loves a pimp

The way I talk, the way I dress
I be soo clean, I look soo fresh
The ice I wear, the car I drive
The hoes I got, they look soo fly

When ya pimpish...ya pimpin
Everybody loves a pimp
When ya pimpish...ya pimpin
Everybody loves a pimp

Verse 1
You know da Boss got bitches galore
And you may have a lotta bitches but he got much more
>From BK, NY to the Malibu shore
I got a chick in every city, I can go on tour
Ya need a pimp in ya life thats gon' guide ya right
Wont handcuff ya when ya try'na creep at night
I dont lose sleep at night behind that
Nah I dont care, I be hibernatin call me Yogi Da Bear
I'm a pimp baby, thats why I hold my nuts and walk wit a limp baby
I know you tired of dealin wit all them simps baby
So gon' hop on my team and drop ya wimp baby
It's that simple baby

Chorus

Verse 2
Slim aint wit gettin drama from chicks
So when my boo turn bitch thats my cue to switch
You wont catch me throwin licks cos my feelins involved
I just erase 'em out the black book, problem solved
Bitch should learn how to keep her mouf closed
I got ZERO toleration for hoes
Move to the next one, theres plenty fish in the sea
And plus theres plenty other chicks that dig me
I'm a pimp baby, thats why I hold my nuts and walk wit a limp baby
I know you tired of dealin wit all them simps baby
So gon' hop on my team and drop ya wimp baby
It's that simple baby

Chorus

slim thug - love 4 ya

Playa time dream team, ball more than the king
I guess it's in my blood stream, to be about my green
A new face on the scene, I'm the rap game rookie
Trying to do something new, I'm tired of cooking up cookies
We getting paid down here, living laid down here
Hit the club with bald fades, and braids down here
Slim, E and P, we Texas best
We three hard young G's, that don't settle for less
You can't mess with the Tex, Boss Hogg on chops
When I park at the club, my rims don't stop
They keep cutting, ten G's for these with the button
In the DTS strutting, I ain't want for nothing
From the bottom to the top, and I can't fail
I'm in a click about they mail, I know you can tell
We living swell, cause we got a lot of thangs to sell
I know the FED's on my trail, but I'm giving em hell

[Hook]
Have you ever met them thugs, that can ride like us
Cutting corners burning blocks, looking fly as us
Endo hydro, getting high as us
With the bad yellow broad, on the side of us

slim thug - the interview

[Woman interview]
What's good everybody?
It's your girl Alana D.
Chillin' with my boy the boy slim thug
He's from Texas
Now son you've been doin' it real big for awhile
But please, tell us what's the secret to your success?

[Slim]
I'm a bonafide hustla
Used to have to bust bricks down in half
in order to see the cash
That's in the past
Niggas outta see the stash
Went straight to the bentley
Skilled, the S-class
I was a star before I signed autographs
This the beginning, y'all ain't seen my last
When I call myself a hustla,
I ain't talking about moving rocks
I'm talkin' bout them 9's and them aks and them glocks
When y'all was on the corner
out there runnin' from them cops
I was out there sellin' all them local crack spots
Boyz in blue and we creep deep
Motherfuckin' police
we make the rules in the streets nigga

[woman interviewer]
I feel you
I feel you
Now we talk about the style of Texas
NOw many seem to think cause you got that Texas style
That's gonna limit your success
Tell us what you think about that

[Slim]
I'm an H-town nigga
So FUCK y'all niggas
Got a fo'-fo' thatta buck y'all niggas
Stay out my way
Cause nigga I'm not for play
Ya niggas say you G's
That must mean you niggas gay
He's from H-town
But he don't stay where I stay
I'm from the land of the killers
He don't lay where I lay
So get it right motherfuckers
Don't try to put me in the same shoes as them suckers
There's a real thick line between rhymers and some hustlas
Them niggas ain't no gangstas,
Them niggas is some bustas

[Woman interviewer]
Okay talk to 'em
I see you here with all these diamonds, all these chains
You drivin' around in bentley's
But I don't ever see you with any security,
Please, what's the word on that

[Slim]
Pistol grip pump in my lap at all times
They be checkin' other fools, but they ain't checkin' mine
You run up tryin' you gon' be lyin' down dyin'
When you hear that clock clock sound comin' out of the iron
I ain't no fuckin' punk, I suggest you niggas chill
Cause if I pop this trunk, then somebody gon' get killed
This ain't no rap act, my nigga I'm really real
Go on run your ass up, and watch me stop you with the steel
Niggas must be on peel, cause it's evident they
think the boss went soft cause I got a record deal
I do this rap shit cause makin' hits pay my bills
And I could give a fuck what you other suckers feel
For real

[Woman interviewer]
Aight yo, keep doin' your thing
We lookin' out for you brother
You got anything else in the works
What can we expect from you in the future?

[Slim]
Boys in blue, comin' soon

slim thug - this is my life

[Chorus - Slim Thug & (LaToya Luckett)]
Nigga we hustlers, we please our customers
Pay me or I'm a bust ya! this is my life!
In the hood we funnel, dough by the bundle
I make a fucking ton folk! this is my life niggaz!
Bentleys to Hummers, winters to summers
Ya can't take it from us! wit all my ho's saying!
(Here without ya babe, I never wanna live without ya babe!)
I'm a G! We riding! - we riding! - we riding! - we riding!
Let's get to it G! We riding! - we riding! - we riding! - we riding!
Let's get to it G!

[Verse - Slim Thug]
Let's get to it G, I grind hard if anybody time do it's me
I'm from the hood mayne, where niggaz good slang
And they'll take ya head off for a lil change (yeah!)
Was lower class (yeah!) broke no cash (yeah!)
Had to get up off my ass and make this time pass
Wasn't fast, but it eventually came, I'm a G in the game
Street rich niggaz, born to get figgas
If you ain't starting on no team you fucking wit us
Everything you niggaz done I done done it twice
Me and my Hoggz nothing nice, this is my life!

[Chorus]

[Verse - Slim Thug]
Where ya Bentley? Where ya rose?
Where ya diamondz nigga? where ya ho's?
Ya probably make a lil cash out shows
But I spend that type of cash on ho's
We big bosses, in big houses
This ain't no ordinary cars, we big flossas
I made it legal now, fuck them people now!
Me and my thugs don't budge when them people round
I hold shit down, got the key to the town
Young Slim Thugga, I'm the realest around
Everything you niggaz done, I done done it twice
Me and my Hoggz nothing nice, this is my life!

[Chorus]

[Verse - Slim Thug]
I had to get rich, or either sit bitch
Fuck rolling shotgun I had to get my own shit!
And they respect me now, I'm Tha Boss of the town
Slim Thug getting love when he floss around
And I can be found on the same block
That got one of my brothers locked and the other one shot
But I ain't pushing no rocks or running from cops
I'm just chilling wit my niggaz posted up on a drop
Naw! Ain't shit changed, just switched games
My bank account ain't the same, but I'm still the same
Everything you niggaz done, I done done it twice
Me and my Hoggz nothing nice, this is my life!

[Chorus - to fade]

slim thug - 3 kings

[Slim Thug]
[Hook 2x]
When I hit the club all the girls show me love
While Im at the bar, got drank by the jug
In the v.i.p with the chicks and the drugs
Its the T.I.P, Bun-B and Slim Thug

[Slim Thug]
[Verse 1]
I got drank by the pint
Dro by the pound
Headed to the club in the boss top down
Slim Thug bout to clown represent H-town
If you love me you gon smile
If you hate me you gon frown
Cause me and my bosshoggs bout to ball till we fall
This year,I won't stall, Slim Thugga want it all
Goin solo, first cd out that nots slow-mo
Heres another hit thanks to the drank and they do-do
Fa sho though we got the club shut down
Tryna pick which chick Ima cut now
Got a fetish for thick girls thats caramel brown
On a hunt and uggh guess what I just found
Come in v.i.p with me boo, while we post up
We blowin purple stuff we pourin purple stuff
We blowin rolled up stuff, ya can tell that we rich
It Slim Thugga, T.I.P and Bun-B bitch!

[Hook]

[T.I.]
[Verse 2]
Ay ay ay
22's on a brand new Coupe wit no roof (roof)
A hundred and fifty doller tennis shoes, no suits
We some ballers pimp you oughta be followin our suits
No ad-libbin nigga jus do like I do (do)
Dont get it confused but dude Im not you (you)
If you ain't heard the news Im known to speak truth (truth)
Thats why Im at the bar buyin all these green goose (ay ay ay)
Passin it to the wall but mayne is they loose
That ma nigga Slim Thug they mean what they do
Say the black one a slut but the red would cut too (too)
Give 'em number to the suite and tell 'em to fall threw (threw)
And tell that nigga ESG and Paul Wall too
I know Bun did had been fun wit them freaks, yeah (yeaaaaa)
Do it like a G for Screw and Pimp c
From the A but got all of Houston with me
At the superbowl pullin groups of Hoes six deep nigga!

[Hook]

[Bun B]
[Verse 3]
We goin hard in the paint like Carmello (Carmello)
This is for the boys who sip purple and sip yellow (yellow)
Shorty shake ya jelly like jello (huh)
She curvy like a J.lo
Damn baby poke me off before I even said "hello" (said hello)
Is it the car, is it the ice is it the grill (is it the grill)
Cause Im a star that pay the price to keep it trill (keep it trill)
She at the bar, she lookin nice, she on da pill
And she got two more wit her ready so tell me how you feel (hol up)
See pimpin ain't made nigga pimpin ain't raised nigga
Nigga pimpin is born
Pimpin since its early dayz (right)
These niggaz get to trippin playa pimpin ain't lazy
And if ya miss Pimp C throw up ya dueces and ya tres (mayne)
We thought of many ways and perfected the grind (grind)
Makin million dollas more six figa checks will get signed (signed)
Slim Thug you up next to shine and I can't even lie
Wit me and T.I.P you done wrecked 'em this time foo! (time foo)

[Hook]

slim thug - ashy to classy

That's right
I went from ashy to classy, to classic
Quarter million dollar car
you can't pass me
Haters can you hear me now
I can barely hear you
Mother fuckers too far in my rearview

That's right
I went from ashy to classy, to classic
Quarter million dollar car
you can't pass me
Haters can you see me now
A nigga pocket so swoll'
They can't stand to see a young nigga home
Ballin' outta control

Started out a little young nigga, 'bout 15
Tryin' to figure out ways to get big green
Had dreams of rock gleams,
top down on the old school
cause the hustla's ridin' clean looked so cool

You know the rules, I got in where I fit in
Why not hit the block, all my other brothers did it
Had to get out there and get it on my own
Cause when you turn 16, nowadays you grown

Mama did her best, cause I never missed a meal
But I'm tired of takin' money
that shit needed for bills, you feel me?
I'm tryin' to take a little weight up off her back
So I'm takin' up the slack, thanks to feens wantin' crack
A 50 pack, to a half, to a whole
To be 15 nigga, my pockets on swoll'
Huh
I'm finally bout to get my chance to go pro
And let the city know Slim thug gettin' dough

I went from ashy to classy, to classic
Quarter million dollar car
you can't pass me
Haters can you hear me now
I can barely hear you
Mother fuckers too far in my rearview

That's right
I went from ashy to classy, to classic
Quarter million dollar car
you can't pass me
Haters can you see me now
A nigga pocket so swoll'
They can't stand to see a young nigga home,
ballin' outta control

Now I'm the one ridin' clean, Just made 17
But I aint' satisfied with the cash the block bring
And them law snatchin niggas off the block every night
Cause boys treatin' this shit cause it's a normal 9 to 5
Instead of trying to put their paper in a row
These niggas on the block hustlin' till they get caught
But a, my mama didn't ain't no fool
I had to chill for a minute and just focus on school
And if I wasn't in the hall gettin' ho's
I was chillin' wit my niggas spittin flows
Next thing you know I'm at the club doin' shows
And gettin' bank rolls when I step through the doors
My pussy rate at an all-time high
And ain't too much shit that I want I can't buy
I'm livin' good, everyday stay fly
I guess that's why the niggas in the hood say hi

I went from ashy to classy, to classic
Quarter million dollar car
you can't pass me
Haters can you hear me now
I can barely hear you
Mother fuckers too far in my rearview

That's right
I went from ashy to classy, to glassy
Quarter million dollar car
you can't pass me
Haters can you see me now
A nigga pocket so swoll'
They can't stand to see a young nigga home,
ballin' outta control

Nowadays I'm a made man
And word is Slim thug is a very well paid man
I'm raybanned up, top down, mashing
Lookin in the rearview at the haters that I'm passin'
So please stop with them questions you askin'
I'm a hustla, I'ma stay smashing.
Quarter million dollar cars, I'm livin' like a star
VIP with the bar, players buyin' out the bar
And even though a nigga didn't shoot hoops
I still found ways to make NBA loot
A young nigga got his pockets on swoll'
They can't stahnd to see a young nigga home
ballin' outta control

I went from ashy to classy, to classic
Quarter million dollar car
you can't pass me
Haters can you hear me now
I can barely hear you
Mother fuckers too far in my rearview

That's right
I went from ashy to classy, to classic
Quarter million dollar car
you can't pass me
Haters can you see me now
A nigga pocket so swoll'
They can't stand to see a young nigga home,
ballin' outta control ...

slim thug - ballin

Win, riding in a cock-eyed Benz
Light blue lens, dro'd out with all of my friends
Ball-balling shot calling, 20 inch crawling
Me and them boys all in, something with screens falling
Playing to win, riding in a cock-eyed Benz
Light blue lens, dro'd out with all of my friends
Big ball shot calling, 20 inch crawling
Me and them boys all in, something with screens falling
Candy sprayed, stay at the club L.A
My neck wrist and chest, will show you I'm payed
I'm made-made, like my name's Special Ed
Boy your baby mama giving head, in my Chevy black bed
I'm baller bread, nigga I was raised to grind
Raised to shine, I made heads turn all the time
Hogg-Hogg and Short Stop, in a Bentley soft top
Sharpstown bound, bout to shop till we drop
I can't stop, the cash keep calling
Like Lil' Troy, Slim Thug back to balling
No stalling uh-uh, I stay about that do'
And if you don't know, now you know nigga

[talking]
Slim Thugger, E.S.G
T.T., Short Stop, Boss Hogg Outlawz
Put it down, we back to balling
For the 2002, ha
(Pussy's a whole different aspect of life
Wars don't start if the country, if the country over there winning
Pussy is one of the most powerful things in the world
And a lot of people don't understand, how powerful pussy is
Pussy make niggaz blow their brains out, they bitch brains out
Or pussy make people do things they ain't never think they'd do)

slim thug - big banka man

Uh uh, Boss Hogg Outlawz
You already know who this is baby
If you don't, listen-listen

[Slim Thug]
It's the big banker man, with my nigga Anka Man
Got the diamond wrist band, with the drank up in my hand
I ain't playing man, I'ma pour it and I know it
Gotta beat it like green, unless the Slim Thug blow it
I'm a under-hog hogger, candy-dog dogger
Ask Webster, who the definition-ball baller
A shot caller, I'm the Boss of my team
In a drop Prowler, tricked out with screens
Said Story, so now the pretty girls adore me
Had a lot of dime pieces but now, they just bore me
Pain before glory, was the lesson I learned
Never got shit free, everything was earned
It's like cause and effect, if you grind you shine
And if you don't you won't, keep that on your mind
I'm getting mine nigga, see I follow the rules
I pay my dues, that's why I'm in the Boss man's shoes

slim thug - bizness

Rarely barely, seen in two different places
But I made a mistake, my best friend was fake
I had to separate, the real from the snakes
You broke my heart dog, with all that jealousy
I couldn't believe, the shit that they was telling me
I understand your pain, the whole scene changed
But it wasn't personal, it was a green thang
You was never left behind, nigga get that out your mind
But when you thought it was your time, you left me behind
I held my ground, and when your chance didn't go down
Nigga I got mine, and flipped the shit around
It still ain't no hard feelings, I still want you to get millions
But I just can't never see, me and you chilling
We headed two different ways, I'm still trying to get paid
Why you po'ing up blowing up, wasting your days

[Hook]
We use to get money together, pull honeys together
Pushing chromed out twinkies, in custom coached leather
You claim it's all love, but nigga it's whatever
Cause this is business, it ain't personal
Same dream, same team, same teams
We even told, to the same damn things
Ain't no rules in this war, for this green
This is business, and it ain't personal

slim thug - boy

Oh baby..

[Slim Thug]
You can't fuck with me, not on these beats
Not in these streets, any day of the week
You gon see defeat, call ya all ya
That's what you motherfuckers get, for talking that noise
I put the chrome on that large, if it go on my toy
Not Rawface, but when I bling it bring that joy
I'm bringing other suckers pain, cause I'm running the game
They feel ashamed, everytime somebody mention my name
Where my championship ring, I'm winning it all
A triple-double in the rap game, showing I ball
Got high scores, at the house I got some high whores
And walk around the crib naked, doing my chores
Like Chamil get it right, you know Slim hit it right
If I get it tonight, your man won't get it tight
It's me Slim yeah, holla back at ya
Come stack with ya, live fat with ya
Watch my back, and in return I'll show you the game
Stay down on my team, and you'll get you some change
I hold's my own, you gotta get your hood
Buy yourself a note good, and that's understood
Giving shout out's on tapes, protecting yourself
I do this shit by myself, and I'm making my wealth
I wreck you hoes for fun, I'm number one
Your whole career is done, I hope you got a gun

slim thug - boyz n blue

(feat. Killa Kyleon, Sir Daily, PJ & Chris Ward)

(*talking*)
G'yeah, Slim Thugger, Killa Kyleon, PJ
Sir Daily, C-Ward, we the Boyz N Blue motherfuckers

[Hook (*scratching*) - 2x]
what the-what them boys gon do, when them blue boys come through
Blue-blue toys at you, pointing them toys at you

[Sir Daily]
I make cash quick, wide load class twist
Optimoe full of dro, so fantastic
So Sir fucking Daily, is still on top
And your fucking lady, is still on my jock

[Chris Ward]
When we vacate it's Kaynan Islands, and cuban cigars
When we pull up we back to back, in European cars
(fa sho) your whips new, but they not newer than ours
We entrepreneurs conessuors, slash superstars

[Killa Kyleon]
It's Killa nigga, but not the one up out the Dip Set
It's the one that hang with that blue gang, like a Crip set
That'll get the clip set, leave you niggaz whips wet
Bust in your chick face, leave that hoe lips wet

[Slim Thug]
It's Slim Thugger motherfucker, tell it like it G-O
Making niggaz get in line, like a fucking P.O
Boyz N Blue, run the H-Town streets
Niggaz better bow down, when you see the badge piece ha

[Hook - 2x]

[Sir Daily]
Verse two what it do, representing Boyz N Blue
We gon shut the game down, when these young niggaz through
And that's true can't stop, to the motherfucking top
Boss Hogg Outlawz, number one without bop

[Chris Ward]
It's C-Wiggity-Whoadie-Weezy-Ward
I could get ya drank and weed, soft to hard
I'm known off that Yellowstone, Boulevard
Even though I'm out on bond, I'm dranked out for the 'nard

[PJ]
It's P to the motherfucking J, what you say
Spit flows pimp hoes, jack niggaz move yay
H-Town Houston Texas, Northside's where I lay
Rap hustling motherfucker, hell no I don't play

[Hook - 4x]

[PJ]
Break a hoe down, like a ki or a pound
Me I'm pimping niggaz simping, man these boys out of line
Trunk open top down, swanging 4's showing surround
Make a hater go blind, once he see that blue line

[Killa Kyleon]
It's some new sheriffs in town, look at the badges on the necklace
You boys best respect it, or it'll get hectic
So I suggest, that you chill with that plex shit
Cause you don't wanna be behind the barrel, when you see the tech spit

[Slim Thug]
Killa got the heat, C-Ward behind the wheel
Sir blazing up the dro, P load the steel
We stay ready strapped up, nigga for the cause
You don't want it, with them Boss Hogg Outlawz

[Hook - 4x]

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