| Yeah, ladies and gentlemen
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| You now tuned in to the, Boyz-N-Blue
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| Slim Thug the Boss, Kyleon
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| Sir Daily, C. Ward, we are the Boss Hogg Outlawz
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| Put your hood up, like your car broke
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| Get crunk, get your lungs filled with cigar smoke
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| Get drunk fall over, act a jackass
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| DJ cut that shit up, until you crack glass
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| Get the picture mayn, take a couple shots
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| Hit the bar buy it out, take a couple shots
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| Chunk a pole hit the flo', take a couple bops
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| Make her shake it up, move it round make it drop
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| We them Boss Hoggs, we them Outlawz
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| Every city every club mayn, we outlaws
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| Catch us in the valet, in a drop dog
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| Badges on our chest, looking like the cops dog
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| Them Boyz-N-Blue, got it locked mayn
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| Taking over cities, taking over blocks mayn
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| Selling rap records, not selling rocks mayn
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| Boss Hogg Outlawz, it don’t stop mayn
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| Get your hands up, put your hood up
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| Throw your sets up, chunk your side up gangstas
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| Get your hands up, everybody stand up
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| It’s going down tonight, put them other plans up
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| Where my Boss Hoggs, where my outlaws
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| Where my ballers that be balling, let me see you ball
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| Where them chicks, that be breaking tricks for they cash
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| Where them hoes, that be getting do' for they ass
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| Where my niggas not believing, in saving dust
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| That never save a slut, or really gave a fuck
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| Nigga pop a bottle, nigga pull a model
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| Go on grab a fine dime, and mash on your throttle
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| Where my smokers at, get your smoke on
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| Fuck a sweet blaze a zone, get your choke on
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| Fuck your teeth up, hold your piece up
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| Get your grind on, tell you fuck your priest up
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| Boss Hogg the bar, Boss Hogg a star
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| Boss Hogg got the club, and Boss Hogg your car
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| Now let me see your neighborhood, if you know the flavor good
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| Know the paper good, and you wish a hater would
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| Talk down up on that, with chalk lines and chrome gats
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| You using young we grown cats, tote 2's at home then your bones crack
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| Sir Daily rep the set, a Boss Hogg the best of Tex
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| We number one the rest is next, stop the chatter rest the plex
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| All my niggas in the club that get hype, and like to ball
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| Show your ice let it hit the light, then hit the lot cause we fins to crawl
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| 24's like T.I., plenty hoes cause I’m a P-I
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| M-P it’s simply up in me, so don’t ask why
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| I do the thangs that I do, Blue Boyz the name and that’s my crew
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| Receiving brain from you main dame, and those blue cars outside dude
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| From Hollywood to Holly-hood, I’m trying to see where the gangstas at
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| Flipping raps not flipping crack, I’m trying to see where that paper at
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| East to West North South, any hood it’s all good black
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| The mad bucks put your hands up, and let Daily see where your hood at |
Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Represent Gangsta (feat. Killa Kyleon & Sir Daily) , by - Slim Thug. Song from the album Boyz-N-Blue, in the genre Иностранный рэп и хип-хоп