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[talking:] Outlaw Season baby, yeah Sir Daily baby, yeah [Sir Daily:] These hoes on you dog, like fleas and ticks Trying to break the raw hogg, cause my cheese is thick Nope I squeeze the clip, and let off a few hollows Pop the top off a pint, take a few swallows And let it marinate, here on a carrot chase Yeah real recognize real, and we embarrass fakes Pull up pass your plates, in a Jag that's great Roof down through your town, with plenty glass to skate I'm so glad they hate, it make me shine mo' Spitting hits and talking shit, to make my shine grow I puff pounds though, of that fine dro On spinning rims, when I stop they rewind slow Check my chest it's a mess, you could find snow My wrist lit like a light, where the time go Yup I mean my watch, I got schemes and plots Calicoes AK's, and infra beams on glocks Don't make me pop off, and show you what that thang do I'm rolling with the same crew, that's crawling everything blue Don't make me pop off, and show you what that thang do I'm rolling with that same crew, that's crawling everything blue Songtexte[Kyleon:] I put the snow up in a bag, and seal it in a zip-lock Head to the kitchen, get harder than a grip lock Grab the pyrex, and dump in the caine mayn Then add a lil' water, work magic like Blaine mayn Now that's the recipe, to cook up killer I'm on the grind, if you niggaz trying to look up Killa I'm on the corner, like a street light I'm like a box of Crayolas, Kyleon keep white I keep ice, like an ice tray Diamonds shining like the sun, got me looking like a nice day Boyz N' Blue, Mr. Rogers on the turntables Boys N' Blue, Mr. Rogers on the turntables Boyz N' Blue, Mr. Rogers on the turntables You had your turn, now move back it's our turn haters 0-5, now belongs to them Blue guys Fuck doing a mill, them Outlawz trying to do five And pull up in some'ing new, like a blue five Doors to the sky, hopping out looking too fly [PJ:] I came up from nothing, worked my way up to the top Now I step on the scene, with a chest full of rocks Hustle hard for my spot, can't let a nigga take it Every mic that I touch, it's fa sho I'ma break it Got these hoes getting naked mayn, taking off they clothes Ain't no such thang as love, cause I'm knowing that they hoes Need a glass set of fo's, so I could throw em on a Lac Hit the park on a Sunday, show them boys how to act 18's in the back, banging hard in the trunk Boss Hogg Outlawz, yeah we known for pulling stunts Better act like you know, when them Hoggs hit the do' Make one wrong move, then we leaving with your hoe Take her straight to the Mo', introduce her to click Take my piece out my pants, introduce her to some dick We some playas round here, tossing hoes counting riches Y'all niggaz know the motto, it's money over bitches what [Slim Thug:] Slim Thee's the reason, it's Outlaw season Gon get use to what you seeing, cause my click ain't leaving I be breathing the best smoke, receiving the best throat Blue boys getting mo' rich, and leaving the rest broke The key's in let's go, the ride and drive Long as my niggaz on my side, we gon soul survive surprise I'm on my block, in the CL-5 Old folks use to joke, say I wouldn't be alive Alive to see 25, well here I am motherfuckers Break the bank no more chuckles, I told you I had hustle I told ya that I'ma get it, I told ya that I'ma shine Now I'm up here, looking down Bad bitches from high school, take a look at who's cooking now Thangs change, bet you bitches ain't tooken now I'm a motherfucking, beast in the streets Done a few shows, and now I can't count all my new hoes And stuck dick, in the throat of these slut chicks That you call yours, y'all gals all whores But bitches still ain't shit, but hoes and tricks You know Thugga, trying to get mo' rich mo' quick g'eah [Hook: x2] Boyz N' Blue, who the fuck are you We the Boyz N' Blue, who the fuck are you I'm a gangsta, young thug nigga And no I don't play, when it comes to my scrilla Aus Songtexte Mania