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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, put your hood up SongtexteThrow your sets up, chunk your side up gangstas Get your hands up, put your hood up Throw your sets up, chunk your side up gangstas 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 niggaz 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 Get your hands up, put your hood up Throw your sets up, chunk your side up gangstas Get your hands up, put your hood up Throw your sets up, chunk your side up gangstas Get your hands up, put your hood up Throw your sets up, chunk your side up gangstas Get your hands up, put your hood up Throw your sets up, chunk your side up gangstas 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 niggaz 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 Get your hands up, put your hood up Throw your sets up, chunk your side up gangstas Get your hands up, put your hood up Throw your sets up, chunk your side up gangstas Get your hands up, put your hood up Throw your sets up, chunk your side up gangstas Get your hands up, put your hood up Throw your sets up, chunk your side up gangstas Aus Songtexte Mania