Boss Hogg Outlaws Album

Artist(s): E.S.G. & Slim Thug

Cover Art

E.S.G. & Slim Thug Boss Hogg Outlaws Cover Art

Tracklist

Here We Come

length: 3:36

[Hook - 2x]
Here we come here we come, here we come through the do'
Here we come here we come, they can't stop us no mo'
Two thugs bout to explode, dropping low
We the shit huh, somebody blunt you come on

[Slim Thug]
I'm nineteen on 20's, every time I floss
I'm nineteen in the clean, quarter million dollar house
I hit the club and pour mo', like the drank don't cost
Got smart left the House, just so I could be boss
I wasn't hating I just know, I can do what Watts do
Probably not dropping screwed, but I can lead my own crew
Sign a contract with who, for what, and why
I wanna be a CEO, and I got enough cash to try
If I fail oh well, I'm still gon make mail
Cause tapes, CD's and LP's, ain't the only thing that sell
When niggaz capping I don't shut up, I can add to that
Not Lil Troy but Slim Thug, gon stay sitting fat
I'm a underground Hogg, you better ask somebody
I'm a young Hogg that ball, you better ask somebody
When its time to get my grind on, I grind
But when its time to get my shine on, I shine

[Hook - 2x]

[E.S.G.]
Now who really the best, since Pac ain't here
Must be E.S.G., so when I drop this year
Now Lil D I bring fear, and my drop sitting low
I'm on my twins on swoll, like Scottie Pippen hoes
While we stepping on some toes, we keep the contract
Don't give a damn where I'm at, I can tote a label on my back
Somebody say we too young, to do our own thang
Ain't no ways to get paid, we bout to raise some hair mayn
Hey the world swanging man, I'm a bad actor dog
This year I'm a Boss Hogg, better check my catalog
Went gold with Master P, on Down South Hustlers
Two hundred thousand independent, Sailing the South little busta
Up to the park what's crunk, I was Shining and Grinding
Dirty Third, sitting emcees got no need for reminding
Who's the man, cause this is my year cuz
Can't get with it, better get some bullet proof filled blood

[Hook - 2x]

[E.S.G.]
From Texas to Louisiana

[Slim Thug]
We got 'em jumping to this

[E.S.G.]
Smell like somebody lost they manners

[Slim Thug]
Oh that suck, we the shit

[E.S.G.]
You wanna know if we rich

[Slim Thug]
Girl you see these clothes

[E.S.G.]
We two young Presidents

[Slim Thug]
Ha, we CEO's

[E.S.G.]
Ten G's a show

[Slim Thug]
In every city we go

[E.S.G.]
They hopping like some 6-4's

[Slim Thug]
When we step in the do'

[E.S.G.]
Now what you pay for kilos

[Slim Thug]
They pay for these flows

[E.S.G.]
You want a Staff track

[Slim Thug]
You better add some zero's

[E.S.G.]
Can't get it

[Slim Thug]
You can't have it

[E.S.G.]
You can' touch it, I know you love it

[Slim Thug]
But it ain't up in your budget

[E.S.G.]
In the eye of the public

[Slim Thug]
Me and E, the main subject

[E.S.G.]
Boss Hogg Outlaws

[Slim Thug]
About to get rough and rugged

[E.S.G.]
Your mouth, you better shut it

[Slim Thug]
Y'all ain't ready for us

[E.S.G.]
E.S.G. and Slim Thug

[Slim Thug]
We like Startsky and Hutch

[E.S.G.]
Five mics ain't enough

[Slim Thug]
Cause we platinum plus

[E.S.G.]
Seven figgas is a must

[Slim Thug]
If you fucking with us

[Hook - 2x]

Smoke Break

length: 1:07

I'm the Boss

length: 4:18
(*talking*)
Hope my mic on out there, ha
Cause if its on, y'all gon feel it
Know I'm talkin bout
E.S.G. and Slim Thug, we the boss hogg outlaws
Ha, we out here grinding, putting in work, ha
Traveling state to state, doing shows
Putting it down, and I'll be damned
If we don't be the ones that get paid for it nigga, ha

[Chorus]
We use to get paid selling zones for them
And then we started making rap songs for them
But how come we ain't rolling on chrome like them
See I know (what's up) that's something's wrong

This year baby see I'm the boss, boss
(they told me take my chain off, let my body defrost)

This year baby I'm the boss, boss
(they told me take my chain off, let my body defrost)

[E.S.G.]
P-I-M-Pology, ain't no record label
Pimping me, feel me
E.S.G. drop ki, like I drop a c.d.
Boss Hogg Documentary, DVD
Ten G's to feast, Slim and E we the baddest
Boss Hogg L dog, like the dukes of hazard
Playa hatas wanna ride, on chrome like them
I guess they like the Gucci shades, with the stones in them
You wanna see E flow, you can see E flow
Just pay, eat the dough cause he the C.E.O.
Gotta settle the score, you so called Freestyle King
Better be about your green, little Freestyle Queen
Wanna be up on my team, we got mo mail
Yo shit hardly to scale, as Southwest Wholesale
Get off my co-tail, play your cards right, you know that we aces
Platinum stars, platinum cars, toting platinum briefcases

[Chorus]

[Slim Thug]
P-I-M-Pology, ain't no record label
Pimping me, the Slim T
I had to get my mind right, before I get my grind right
Making sure I shine bright, when I'm in the spotlight
I grab the mic and take flight, displaying my skills
I took a shortcut to make mills, I pay my own bills
I'm the Boss C.E.O., making sho my do' ain't low
I refuse to be in store, and still be living po'
Um no not me, you think I ain't watch me
You boys can't stop me, Sugarland's where you'll spot me
Living like I hit the lottery, can't hide my stash
I want a hundred percent cash, everytime I mash
S-Class in the grass, bought a S-type Jag
Platinum Bentley Azure, with the matching gray rag
Let my Gucci jeans sag, Slim Thug don't play
I'm making C.E.O. pay, when its my pay day

[Chorus]

[Slim Thug]
I'm the boss, when I'm flossing my boss like a boss
My house decked out like a boss, cause I'm the boss
I paid the cost, full pay, its all work no play
I'ma let the a.k. spray, if you hatas in my way
Everyday like my birthday, you think I ain't got dough
You can catch me at the Matches, pouring mo' on the flo', hoe

[E.S.G.]
Kick it with us, you hear two crooks flows
You come to my house, you see some ten foot doors
Church stained windows, optimoes of endo
Winter time no Pinto, just hard top Bentlos
Two doggs, we cash flowed they can't stand the boss
We hopping over hatas like Randy Moss huh

[Chorus]

You ain't pimping me no mo' (no mo')
I ain't gonna be your hoe (hell nah)
I need my money when I'm spitting, let me get that
Come up short with my scratch, I ain't with that, huh - 2x

Nigga I'm throwed...

Thug It Up

length: 3:44

Rollin'

length: 3:52
f/ Coco

(Coco)
Yeah, this what I do when I roll with a thug
Or a gangsta...

Put my hand on the gas, drop my ass low
Slide on fast, then we go slow
Blaze up the endo, raise up the window
That's the way thugs, and gangstas roll

[Slim Thug]
Baby take my advice, I'll lead you right
You need a thug in your life, that can hit it all night
I'll make sure we live laid, and keep the bills paid
You ain't gotta work, just be my personal maid
I don't want much but a bad bitch, that cook and clean
While I'm out in these streets, trying to look for green

[E.S.G.]
Boss Hoggs hit the scene, we finally made it
Now some women strip, and some uneducated
But thanks to having cake, we done got our breaks
Affiliated with the streets, lifestyle ain't fake
Don't hate congratulate, while we demonstrate pimping
I ain't racist but I love to fuck, our black women
E.S.G. and I'm winning, yeah the Boss man's back
Turning heads while I spread, through your shit like anthrax
Sit that ass fat, call E and Slim them
Peanut butter Gucci brims, on them keep-spinning rims

[Chorus: Coco]
I'm rolling, with a thug and a gangsta
That's the kind of niggas, that I like
Talking bout a hustla, that keep his mind on thangs
He don't care what them hatas say, keeping it gangsta everyday

[E.S.G.]
Come get a ski-taste, we on a paper chase
For a Jada Pinkett face, with a J-Lo shape
Trying to bought a FED case, so I'm shaking and moving
Got partnas that don't rap, what you think that they doing
Now money we pursuing, SES be shining
Slim go ahead, and I done swallowed a dime

[Slim Thug]
Come ride with a thug now, you could let your guards down
Be yourself, you ain't gotta act when I'm around
See I ain't the jealous type, that like to bust and fight
Live your life, sweetheart you not my wife
I'm far from a gentleman, you feel what I'm saying
I'm a hard working hard man, nigga with plans
Understand I get around, and can't be held down
Fuck what I did last night, let's have fun now
I want a brown dime piece, that can roll a sweet
That's a lady in the streets, but a freak in the sheets

[Chorus: Coco]

(Coco)
Put my hand on the gas, drop my ass low
Slide on fast, then we go slow
Blaze up the endo, raise up the window
That's the way thugs, and gangstas roll

[E.S.G.]
Who say hood rats ain't fine, they done lost they mind
On a scale of one to ten, I done seen plenty nines

[Slim Thug]
I like em high class with ass, Gucci down to the ground
When she pass, she make the whole crowd turn around

[E.S.G.]
Real deal Cedric Hill, trying to make a mill
Give a woman ecstasy, without taking a pill

[Slim Thug]
I want a gal caramel, that smell like Shanel
The kind of female, you put in your V-12

[E.S.G.]
Yellow bones race up, but I reverse on dark
They like Free from BET's, 106 & Park

[Slim Thug]
White, light skinned or dark, don't hate on the race
If she cute with a body, then she in the right place, come on

[Chorus: Coco]

(*talking*)

Phone Check

length: 1:01

Down Here

length: 4:13
I want why'all to bust some **** man
And tell these *****s man, that why'all invented
That **********ing for, every **********ing body
And they mama, trying to bust man
(Ha-ha, really though) you know I'm saying man
*****s out here man, steal why'all **** on chrome
*** want to be E.S.G., kinky *** *****s man
Bring they hat to they **********ing *** man
Let these hoes know how we do it down here

[Chorus: x2]
(Down here) ha we like to roll on dubs
(Down here) we keep a chicken head up in the club
(Down here) my thugs they get nothing but love
(Down here) we off the chain like you thought we was

I'm from the city of sippers, wood grain wheel grippers
Kilo shippers, candy coat car flippers
We ride 4's and vogues, with a mouth full of golds
Country *****s and hoes, down here is how we roll
When something's tight it's thoed, when we shine we hold
You got cash cars and clothes, you balling out of control
Switching lanes on swinging thangs, that's called swang and bang
The club packed from front to back, that club off the chain
You got candy rims and beat, then you got you a slab
You cooking chickens in the kitchen, boy you off in the lab
Boys that hustle they grind, and if your diamonds shine you blind
You making money looking good, then you showing your behind
You blow endo that's do-do, screwed up means slow mo
You ride big body Benz, you riding big body fo' do'
Fa sho though you know, how that Texas talk
I'm trying to stack my green, I mean fill up my vault

[Chorus: x2]

Down here playboy, the gumbo's hot and spicy
Twinkies twist and crawfish, my wrist all icy
Better watch your wifey, down here we off the hook
You was smart that, better back-back take a look
I'm from the city where crooks, wear Cardiers and Rolleys
In Texas we partnas, in Louisiana they whodies
But it's the same thing, on this side of the Mississippi
Two hundred dollas a bottle, ain't talking bout Crissy
Talking bout codeine, baby fill up my cup
2002 Escalade, Billy grill on my truck
Now hold up man, top down in the Bentley
With a bad chick, in my tape Monica Lewinsky
Made a mill independent, can't touch me kids
Split your wig then hire Cochran, like Puffy did
(fiesta) fiesta, like my name R. Kelly
I'm the boss see the cross, hanging off of our bellys

[Chorus: x2]

I can tell that you boys, got the wrong idea
We some slab riding gangstas, get a car every year
(Down here) we like to ball, play above the rim
E.S.G., the young Don and a thug named Slim
(down here) we tolerate no type of disrespect
Have a ***** acting bad, on that do' and that X
(Down here) we push 26 sitting low to the flo'
And double deuces on a truck, when I crawl by slow
(This year) I'm gonna switch it to the platinum frame
Do shows with plenty hoes, that be screaming my name
(Down here) it ain't no telling when you talking bout us
Got rocks in both ears, 'cause that **** is a must
(Down here) we break hearts and leave punks for dead
We don't claim the blue or red, 'cause our city is FED
(Down here) I'm better known as Lil' Keke the Don
Getting rich and going hard, to get it all for my son

[Chorus: x2]

Work That Thing

length: 3:55

[Chorus]
Work that thing
Twerk it fast
Go on about that ass
If you wanna make some cash
On them things
And that's glass
Wood across the dash
Lookin good when we pass
Swang and Bang
And mash on
Don't make this be a song
That we whip your ass on
What you claim?
Then throw it up
On a drank, pour it up
On a smoke, roll it up
[Slim Thug]
I'm Don bread
A young hogg, shaking the feds
I was led, to put lead
In these fake, haters head
I'm 100% about my bread
Show a dollar and I'll follow
Ben Franks my role model
So I'm no freestyler
If it's free ain't me
Money talk, shit walk
And since, my time cost
I can't afford to be bought
Cash for everything around me
It's on the ground, you found me
I can't let my people down me
Ain't nothing but stars around me
I had to ball, or stay broke
Get a job, or sell dope
I choose dope
Cause I don't look good in hallowed ropes
I'm trying to shine
I promise I can't get left behind
I keep that money on my mind
At all times
I do what I wanna
Might fly to Daytona
To get in a sauna
If it ain't sticky marijuana
Take it back to the corner
It's your life, ya happy?
Well do what you do
Don't let nobody knock ya hustle fool
Do what you do
Ha.
[Chorus]
Work that thing
Twerk it fast
Go on about that ass
If you wanna make some cash
On them things
And that's glass
Wood across the dash
Lookin good when we pass
Swang and Bang
And mash on
Don't make this be a song
That we whip your ass on
What you claim?
Then throw it up
On a drank, pour it up
On a smoke, roll it up
[ESG]
Now ESG be shinning
Top on recline
G Riding with a dime piece
Smoking on some pine trees
You can find me
On Giavoni's and Kiss
Now what really turn me on
Is some Tina Thompson lips
Ha, Com-ets flip
We on fire!
Trying to bust
Like a set of ol' Firestone Tires
Organize the franchise
That was destined to rise
Gotta keep my mind on the prize
I look at my lil' son's eyes
Player, you know, and I know
That we gotta get green
Hit the scene, like Outkast
So fresh, and so clean
Wanna make a million dollars
Let me spend sixteen
Give me one big machine
And a ???
Candy green, TV screens
We thought of that codine shit
That pinky ring and byzletine
And all that bling, bling shit
This song for rappers, and jackers
Strippers, and brick flippers
Everybody about that money
We goin to representin with ya!
[Chorus]
Work that thing
Twerk it fast
Go on about that ass
If you wanna make some cash
On them things
And that's glass
Wood across the dash
Lookin good when we pass
Swang and Bang
And mash on
Don't make this be a song
That we whip your ass on
What you claim?
Then throw it up
On a drank, pour it up
On a smoke, roll it up
[Slim Thug & ESG]
It's me, the Slim T
And that ESG
Northside
Southside
Bringing heat to the street
You got beef? beat your feet
Cause my click ain't weak
We gotta new logo
You seen the platinum piece
We goin back to back
And wreckin track for track
We went from crack to ??
Just to make our stack
A TTS Cadillac
A crooked braids to the bag
A ball fade Escalade
Where my Gucci shades at?
Me and Slim goin shine
We reading Rolex time
ninety-nine gotta mind
On the million dollar grind
Let my fifth recline
Let my top down
We smile at the same time
And lave the whole world blind
Ha
[Chorus]
Work that thing
Twerk it fast
Go on about that ass
If you wanna make some cash
On them things
And that's glass
Wood across the dash
Lookin good when we pass
Swang and Bang
And mash on
Don't make this be a song
That we whip your ass on
What you claim?
Then throw it up
On a drank, pour it up
On a smoke, roll it up
Bounce playa, bounce playa
Where my soldiers at?
Bounce playa, bounce playa
Where my soldiers at?
Bounce baby, bounce baby
Make that ass clap
Bounce baby, bounce baby
Make that ass clap
Bounce playa, bounce playa
Where my thugs at?
Bounce playa, bounce playa
Where my thugs at?
Bounce baby, bounce baby
Make that ass clap
Bounce baby, bounce baby
Make that ass clap
Ha

Dirty South

length: 3:30

Ride With You

length: 3:47

Street Millionaire

length: 3:27
f/ Lil' O

(*talking*)
Boss Hogg Outlaws, street millionaires
You know we getting this street money, shit
Whether it's weed, ki's or c.d.s
Trying to get it with the M-O's
Now Slim hit em where it hurt (ha)

[Slim Thug]
The trunk open boppers scoping, but don't watch me
I'm shotgun with Sleepy, watching eight TV's
Right behind that Chi-Town, and we headed to Cali
Popping candy blue do's, on a thoed Denali
Riding like we in a rally, candy coats crawl spokes
Live like rich white folks, and float million dolla boats
I spend six hundred c-notes, to decorate my throat
And got a mansion house snow, with the dope to smoke
Whole lifetime from being broke, my grand kids gon ball
I bought a car by the bar, and still knock down the mall
A young Hogg is what I'm called, when I step in the place
Cause when I step up in the place, my diamonds up in your face
Staying on a paper chase, so I'm shaking the leaves
I proceed to block bleed, cause getting green is what I need
The Re-Rolex Times, and sip the moet wine
Boss Hogg boys blind, when it's time to shine ha

[Hook - 2x]
We read Rolex Times, and sip the moet wine
Not a Cash Money brother, but I know how to shine
Start up my rhymes, and now my diamonds glare
I'm a self made, full paid street millionaire

[Lil' O]
I ain't never been a roach, on a leash or side kick
Like these other bitch niggaz that's broke, and ride dick
How the fuck you boys only sell dope, to buy kicks
No wonder how I glow, and hop out the fly six
I'm a street millionaire, cause I mash the gas
And watch you other boys flash, how I stash my cash
I'm known for wrecking boys face, mash they ass in half
When I pull up in the drop top, Jag on glass
I'm on my note, princess cuts on my throat
Plus you can tell by the soft mink, on my coat
And watch you boys on the block, I'm on the boat
Getting head from a red, that give the longest strokes
I keeps it real, I'm all about eating meals
I don't hang with nan nigga, that ain't seeking mills
Till he's on the pay roll, and they keep a steal
I make a call, boys getting hit with heat then chill, for real

[Hook]

[E.S.G.]
Now we balling in the Bentley, big bodies and Benzes
The way my twenties spin, they go clean to the dentist
'Fore my son turn one, I hang with 2001's
Eddie Bauer car seats, so me and him can have fun
Talking stocks and bonds, public seeing my dones
Super charged Impala, pop my collar like the Fonz'
Ten karats on my teeth, then the karats on my charm
Add the karats on my arm, that's more than a rabbit farm
I got Phat Farm, but I don't need a outfit
Talking bout the Texas rent, cost two point six
Street rich four point six, Range Rover for winter
In the summer catch me gunning, platinum leather on the list
Chrome on Bentley and the Benz, sick my light on the mirror
For the wife birthday, two thousand at the galleria
If my diamonds were more clear, I'd line the palaya
Now it's time to thank us, for buying Texas a stadium

[Hook - 2x]

Murder Weapon

length: 4:29
(*talking*)
Ha Slim Thug, E.S.G., Boss Hogg Outlaws
My boy C on the track, putting it down like this
Live from the Manger baby
You boys out there on that chrome, watch your back
Slippers get got, feel this
(can't never leave the crib, without a murder weapon)

[E.S.G.]
Now keep the sell us on the real, it's from the man with the grill
E.S.G. what's up Bun B, you from the land of the trill
Trying to get our hand on a mill, don't give a damn how they feel
I know my hood real, you see us working wood wheel
What's the deal, we still riding dirty in Texas
Got something you never seen, a 4-30 Lexus
Riding reckless bending corners, you slip you's a goner
That cat in that mask, was something mo' than marijuana
Yokohamas for twenties, riding vogues with swangas
Three TV with a DVD, Playstation 2 with disc changer
From Southside to the Manger, Boss Hoggs be wrecking
Leaving jackers confused, like presidential elections
Bubble dried what we got, where we put our cash
Keep on crying bout us, I'ma put my foot in your ass
Put a hole in your mask, for trying to stop our shine
Got a glock in my lap, at all times

[Hook - 2x]
We keep one up in the chamber, strapped for danger
These boys'll get you, for your twenties or swangas
Midwest, Dirty South, represent where you from
(can't never leave the crib, without a murder weapon)

[Slim Thug]
Slippers get got, jackers get shot
If I catch em trying to plot, in my parking lot
They got me for my drop, now I shop at Topeka lot
I wasn't high, cause Rodney D. Young, shot me a knot
Got back on my feet, one month later, back on the street
Twenties inches I be, on my big body fleet
Yeah you caught me slipping, but I'ma charge it to the game
But when I catch you slipping, I'ma put one in your frame

[E.S.G.]
Gon be a mask in Texas, but without change songs
Especially if them folks, pass them gun control laws
I'm trying to roll like my papa, retire one day
Till then I'm on MLK, it's on found sun down
Now what's up Southside, we smoking trees to the dawn
Forget to turn the alarm, and find your TV's gone
Get your brains blown, that glock'll pop your ass
Or should I let the electric fist, shock your ass

[Hook]
We keep one up in the chamber, strapped for danger
These boys'll get you, for your twenties or swangas
East Coast, West Coast, represent where you from
(can't never leave the crib, without a murder weapon)
We keep one up in the chamber, strapped for danger
These boys'll get you, for your twenties or swangas
Midwest, Dirty South, represent where you from
(can't never leave the crib, without a murder weapon)

[Slim Thug]
Ride with me, and come see what that North be like
We sip syrup and Sprite, and let our mind take flight
Bub light shine bright, when we creep at night
With red eyes and bad sight, cause we don't sleep at night
I'm from the side known for jacking, placking and pistol packing
It's like New Jersey Drought, but these boys ain't acting
They'll break you off, if you live on the North or the South
Cause it don't matter where you from, or where you floss
It's every man for himself, out here
And that's why we thugged out, and ride with no fear
It look like it's getting better, year by year
But I still got my chrome baretta, here in the clear
But it ain't all bad, matter fact it's all good
Cause it go down, every night up in my hood
We sip pints, blow kill and just chill
We all from the North, but we all gone still for real

[Hook - 2x]

(*talking*)
Ha, that's on the real baby
Know I'm saying, 2001 2000 and 2
Huh, Boss Hogg Outlaws we ain't half stepping
(can't never leave the crib, without a murder weapon)
It go down, I don't care where you at
What's up East Coast, know I'm saying
New York, down Jersey, Virginia, all them boys out there
I know y'all got y'all murder weapon
(can't never leave the crib, without a murder weapon)
What what, Midwest ha, where you at know I'm saying
St. Louis, on up through, I know them boys out there
Got they murder weapon, you know what I'm saying, keep it real nigga
(can't never leave the crib, without a murder weapon)
What what, all my West Coast dogs, you know what I'm saying
That C walking, B walking doing your god damn thang
I know you got your motherfucking murder weapon out there baby
(can't never leave the crib, without a murder weapon)
Huh huh, what what down here in the Dirty South
That's how we do it, Boss Hogg Outlaws, Big Dinero Entertainment
Boss Hogg Entertainment, S-E-S, what what what
My big dog Sin huh, that's the style
Them boys got they murder weapon, what's up M-O-E
Ha it's going down boy, feel this
(can't never leave the crib, without a murder weapon), huh

Watch Out!

length: 4:08
[Chorus]
Watch out Boss Hogg is coming through
We holding it down (hold it down baby)
And everybody that's running they mouth
We gon shut why'all down, shut why'all down
All my thugs and my g's who paid they dues
This year we gon shine
And everybody that's on the grind
Keep money on your mind, on your mind

[H.A.W.K.]
I shut em down, cut em down, quick to throw my weight around
To yellow bone or sugar brown, Boss Hogg we holding on
We getting our glow on, and so on and so on
If *****s talking down, that's something you can blow on
And this song's to let you know, be real about your do'
Keep your mind on pay roll, and I guarantee you'll get mo'
Watch how quick you be rich, I strongly suggest
Get your paper and invest, and don't settle for second best

[E.S.G.]
Southside official, Screwed Up Click original
You went down to 99, you not a percent artificial
Playa hating me detrimental, better watch what you say
This dream team bout green, BB King on my two way
Telling me, E.S.G. let me do a story on your life
To show the world how you emerge, to splurge your ice
Slim and H.A.W.K. on the right, with Key and Mike we assassin
Fat checks we cash em, shut em down to mash em, huh

[Chorus]
[Slim Thug]
Watch out, here come them hogs, in them big L dogs
You want to see somebody ball, follow us to the mall
I need my money tall, when I talk I walk
It's Slim Thug, E.S.G., and my dog Big H.A.W.K.
Living laid in the shade, all dues been paid
To tell the truth we got it made, something hatas can't fade
Riding thick like a parade, shutting all blocks down
Bout to show the whole world, how that H-Town clown

[H.A.W.K.]
Make way, for the H-A-W-K
You can bet your last dolla, I got something to say
I'm not caring like Donna, with mo' hits than Madonna
I got *****s out here, trying peep my persona
Ask your baby mama, bout Slim and E
She got ****ed by them, then got ****ed by me
This the big three, G-are-I-N-D
I-N-G, all about the currency, what

[Chorus]
[E.S.G.]
be 's for Boss Ballas, best believe we bout bread
O's for off the chain, when we swang we turn heads
The double S is for the Southside, on my SS Impala
Ah **** it, this year it's staying stacking dollas
Saranada enemies, g's in my vicinity
The H is for you hoes, with homosexual tendencies
The O's for ounce of do-do, and optimo *****
The double G for ghetto gold, getting green and go-getter

[Slim Thug]
Some hard hitters bout our figgas, out that Texas *****
We pull triggas on fake *****s, bullshittas and quittas
We shut em down, top bound, turning smiles to frowns
Going round for round, from each town to town
The new pitcher on the mound, is the Mr. Slim Thug
The young boss out the North, that sell like drugs
Show me love, cause this year Boss Hogg gon shine
We on a million dolla grind in our times, watch out

[Chorus - 2x]

Mash for Our Cash

length: 3:58

Getchya Hands Up

length: 3:58
[E.S.G]
Uh-oh, better let us loose
It's going down
Boss Hoggin' entertainment
Big Denero entertainment
E.S.G. and Slim Thug
Feel it man, feel it man

Make way for E.S.G. my 20's - CRAWLING
Denero Entertainment - BOSS HOGGIN'
Platinum piece, Coreniece, we ridin' - BENTLY'S
And I ain't trying to see no damn - PENITENTIARIES
But if this rap don't pay off, I'm back - GRIMMIN'
Invisible set diamonds, man I'm - SHINNIN'
Hot boys, with hot toys so ask - MISSY
You can catch us at the bar, sippin - CHRISSI
We flip birds, and sip syrup and drive - RECKLESS
Represent both sides of Houston - TEXAS
10,000 dollar payment on ya - LEXUS
Man I spent that last week on my - NECKLACE
See I got my own lable, it's goin - DOWN NOW
Got everybody bouncin' like I'm - BOW WOW
fall, fade, gettin' paid for the - SUMMER
Watchin' 'Kings of Comedy' - IN THE HUMMER

[Chorus x2]

NOW GETCHYA HANDS UP! - IF YOU'S A BALLER
Shot caller, trying to make ya money - TALLER
Like Jay and UGK, we big - PIMPIN'
Make some noise all my independent - WOMEN

[Slim Thug]
Well It's the Mister Slim Thug - BOSS HOGGIN'
24 hours a day, I stay - BALLIN'
Candy blue, 22 inch - CRAWLIN'
Finally, me and E.S.G. - SHOT CALLIN'
On the grind, we makin' mo' - SWEATY
These boys hate, but boys ain't - READY
My Excursion, the size done by - Eddie
Full of drank and dro, tryin' to hold the wheel - STEADY
When I ride, my candy paint - SHINNIN'
And when I talk, my diamonds be - BLINDIN'
I can't stop, and won't stop - GRINDIN'
Up to the top, is where I'm re - CLININ'
Me and E, some super throwed - PLAYAS
Pushin' Gators, rollin' over - HATERS
We done bred, so boys can't - FADE US
These H-Town streets is what - MADE US

[Chorus x2]

NOW GETCHYA HANDS UP! - IF YOU'S A BALLER
Shot caller, trying to make ya money - TALLER
Like Jay and UGK, we big - PIMPIN'
Make some noise all my independent - WOMEN

[E.S.G]
Now there ya go in Parasuco's and - FENDIES
Ok la pasa sinorita - COMPRENDIES
Dope game, or rap game, you know we - RUN IT
We're back to back, back to back, like the - COMETS
We pullin' up in platinum trucks on the - CORNER
Look at the ice, you might catch - GLAUCOMA
I be shakin' and bakin' and doin' my thang - SOLJA
And when I flow they be 'MAN!' - HOLD UP!

[Slim Thug]
We top drop, and keep our trunk - POPPIN'
When we wreck, we keep the crowd - HOPPIN'
We scared boys when they heard we was - DROPPIN'
We hoggin' now, so ain't no - STOPPIN'
Spend a ten today won't - BREAK US
We blow money, cause money don't - MAKE US
Come to our show, if you think we - FAKERS
We foreign name, wide frame - SHAKERS

[Chorus x2]

NOW GETCHYA HANDS UP! - IF YOU'S A BALLER
Shot caller, trying to make ya money - TALLER
Like Jay and UGK, we big - PIMPIN'
Make some noise all my independent - WOMEN

NOW GETCHYA HANDS UP!

We Ain't Trippin' No Mo

length: 4:46

[silence]

length: 0:04
Shhhhhh
I want my silence
Silence
Reflect on the time spent
Time spent
I want my silence
Silence to a second guess
Silence to being depressed
Silence to burdens on my chest
I want my silence
Silence to feelings I reject
Silence to secrets I ingest
Silence to worthlessness
I just want it to be quiet
Why can't I suffer in silence
I've already become so distant
I'll cover up my face
I feel nothing but out of place
Like embracing when one's missing their own true faith
No matter how much sadness you have tried take
It's become hard to be happy when you're alone
Harder to be alone when you're all happy
Problem with the later
I've never climb so it never comes to matter
Holding on to the pieces shattered
Regret memories failed to capture
Looking for missing pages of my chapter
Only reading questions of what I'm after
Gah I'm crying such lonely tears
These voices are pounding
I'm doing my best to block my ears
Cause I don't want to be here
Stressing so much about what I hear
Wishing I had it all in my hands
Ungrateful to what I hold on to
I don't deserve the second chance
I want my silence
Silence
Reflect on the time spent
Time spent
I want my silence
Silence to a second guess
Silence to being depressed
Silence to burdens on my chest
I want my silence
Silence to feelings I reject
Silence to secrets I ingest
Silence to worthlessness
I just want it to be quiet
Have I set expectations high
But the expectations you've set for me won't help
Either way
How do I meet two sets of needs when I'm dragging on my knees expect me running on my feet
I need to focus on me
Why should I worry what you believe of me
Im not sure what I need from me
Am I being selfish but you're in my life not helping
Causing me to subtly struggle
Watching me trying to juggle
Your waiting for it all to trouble
I was wrong to be trustful
It was so tough to pick myself back up
I thought I could go so high
The pain I'm weak to endure
Is coping with the missing people
I've trusted to be here for
The ones I opened so clear to
To think I've she'd my tears to
I wanted them seeing it to the end
Get a taste of what hurts
Have no idea life can take
But you gave me the cue
I'm saying goodbye to you
My mind is a scary place
This is not what it was meant to be
It's what I have given to me
Have you ever felt like me
Wanting to be the better me
But all I see is something so far from me
How am I to believe when all my thoughts aren't true
My mind it's a quiet place
Or at least that's what I would like it to be
But that's not what it was meant to be
Have you ever felt like me
Begging desperately to be set free
But all I see is something so far from me
How am I to believe when all my thoughts aren't true
Makes me wonder
What more do I have to give

Gangstafied

length: 4:56