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(feat. Snoop Dogg, Pharrell and The Game) [Verse 1: Slim Thug] Yea! Slim Thugga! (Snooooooooooooop!) (Southern Smoke!) Bows hot got low! I keep it so gangster mayne And we gonna keep it gangsta to Slim thug on flo Turn it up another notch Bows and the hoes drop it like its hot Cuz its drop looking good and his trunk got knocked Gotta be up in the tint Same be up on the watch Slim thug on the flo turn it up another notch Cuz I'm back in your ear nigga back on the block Bows two Bout to drop so I am back at the top Star trek connected boys must respect it Star trek connected boys must respect it Star trek connected boys must respect it Two thousand five its about to get hected Hold it up like you need to be done I do it for the green you just do it for the bun Cuz that bullshit just tane I aint payin ya none SongtexteIm at the astros playhouse ballay with bun (b) Here I come here I come but name aint Back back let me show you how to do this son! I come row everytime I come He three, you two, Slim thug numba one Ain't shit changed but the time Fuck what you heard cuz the city's still mine I'm started in the game putting boyz on the pond You can tell by them candy blue toys how they shine While you was in yo studio in your ?so called grind? I was cutting big butt sluts from behind I quick with the the rhymes I gotta play that free time Cuz I way Up ahead and u way back behind [Verse 2: Pharrell] Uh! I'm a nice dude, with some nice dreams See these ice cubes, see these Ice Creams? Eligible bachelor, million dollar boat That's whiter than what's spilling down your throat The Phantom, exterior like fish eggs The interior like suicide wrist red I can excercise you, this can be your Phys. Ed Cheat on your man ma, that's how you get ahizzead (Southern Smoke!) [Verse 3: The Game] Look at ya cam fo Candy Paint six-fo twenty inch rims Twenty-two on my boot Twenty-Four on the rova Im under twenty-six year the boy taken ova Got rock on my wrist Can't forget about Hova Tupac in the wet valid of a dang soldier If I go out tomorrow I'm leavin with guns smoking I never bury a G without air-one zonum Custon kick rocka Doug kicked poppa Yea we want easy and we loved big paca So much he the sees Every wigga in NY rockin Jesus piece In the city of angels I will bang and angle you You like are-a-bea with pass the same for you Nah homie I ain't talking bout mace I'm talking about a closed coffee cup blow off your face! [Verse 4: Snoop Dogg] I'm a gangsta, but y'all knew that Da Big Bo$$ Dogg, yeah I had to do that I keep a blue flag hanging out my backside But only on the left side, yeah that's the Crip side Ain't no other way to play the game the way I play I cut so much you thought I was a DJ [scratches:] "two!" - "one!" - "yep, three!" S-N double O-P, D-O double G I can't fake it, just break it, and when I take it See I specialize in making all the girls get naked So bring your friends, all of y'all come inside We got a world premiere right here, now get live! So don't change the dizzle, turn it up a little I got a living room full of fine dime brizzles Waiting on the Pizzle, the Dizzle and the Shizzle G's to the bizzack, now ladies here we gizzo [Hook:] When the pimp's in the crib ma Drop it like it's hot Drop it like it's hot Drop it like it's hot When the pigs try to get at ya Park it like it's hot Park it like it's hot Park it like it's hot And if a nigga get a attitude Pop it like it's hot Pop it like it's hot Pop it like it's hot I got the rolly on my arm and I'm pouring Chandon And I roll the best weed cause I got it going on Snooooooooooop.. Snooooooooooop.. [Overlapping:] Killa calling yo Bows how? Got low And you I'm repen H' time Dead end to the fullest And I'm leetin yall know yo listenin to the numba one DJ in the muthafuckin south Dj Smiles We doin it big baby That's right Aus Songtexte Mania