Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Represent Gangsta (feat. Killa Kyleon & Sir Daily), artist - Slim Thug. Album song Boyz-N-Blue, in the genre Иностранный рэп и хип-хоп
Date of issue: 12.04.2004
Record label: B.H.O
Song language: English
Represent Gangsta (feat. Killa Kyleon & Sir Daily) |
Yeah, ladies and gentlemen |
You now tuned in to the, Boyz-N-Blue |
Slim Thug the Boss, Kyleon |
Sir Daily, C. Ward, we are the Boss Hogg Outlawz |
Put your hood up, like your car broke |
Get crunk, get your lungs filled with cigar smoke |
Get drunk fall over, act a jackass |
DJ cut that shit up, until you crack glass |
Get the picture mayn, take a couple shots |
Hit the bar buy it out, take a couple shots |
Chunk a pole hit the flo', take a couple bops |
Make her shake it up, move it round make it drop |
We them Boss Hoggs, we them Outlawz |
Every city every club mayn, we outlaws |
Catch us in the valet, in a drop dog |
Badges on our chest, looking like the cops dog |
Them Boyz-N-Blue, got it locked mayn |
Taking over cities, taking over blocks mayn |
Selling rap records, not selling rocks mayn |
Boss Hogg Outlawz, it don’t stop mayn |
Get your hands up, put your hood up |
Throw your sets up, chunk your side up gangstas |
Get your hands up, everybody stand up |
It’s going down tonight, put them other plans up |
Where my Boss Hoggs, where my outlaws |
Where my ballers that be balling, let me see you ball |
Where them chicks, that be breaking tricks for they cash |
Where them hoes, that be getting do' for they ass |
Where my niggas not believing, in saving dust |
That never save a slut, or really gave a fuck |
Nigga pop a bottle, nigga pull a model |
Go on grab a fine dime, and mash on your throttle |
Where my smokers at, get your smoke on |
Fuck a sweet blaze a zone, get your choke on |
Fuck your teeth up, hold your piece up |
Get your grind on, tell you fuck your priest up |
Boss Hogg the bar, Boss Hogg a star |
Boss Hogg got the club, and Boss Hogg your car |
Now let me see your neighborhood, if you know the flavor good |
Know the paper good, and you wish a hater would |
Talk down up on that, with chalk lines and chrome gats |
You using young we grown cats, tote 2's at home then your bones crack |
Sir Daily rep the set, a Boss Hogg the best of Tex |
We number one the rest is next, stop the chatter rest the plex |
All my niggas in the club that get hype, and like to ball |
Show your ice let it hit the light, then hit the lot cause we fins to crawl |
24's like T.I., plenty hoes cause I’m a P-I |
M-P it’s simply up in me, so don’t ask why |
I do the thangs that I do, Blue Boyz the name and that’s my crew |
Receiving brain from you main dame, and those blue cars outside dude |
From Hollywood to Holly-hood, I’m trying to see where the gangstas at |
Flipping raps not flipping crack, I’m trying to see where that paper at |
East to West North South, any hood it’s all good black |
The mad bucks put your hands up, and let Daily see where your hood at |