paroles de chanson Boyz N Blue (feat. Boyz N Blue) - Boss Hogg Outlawz feat. Boyz N Blue
Boyz-N-Blue,
straight
at
you
Now
tell
me,
what
are
you
gonna
do
- 2x
Inkcj!
jeemk,
kkhj
When
we
come
at
you
Uh,
uh,
uh.
I
break
the
microphone
with
ease,
it's
a
gift
to
me
I
treat
the
track
like
a
pigeon,
just
pimp
the
beat
Daily
sounds
banging
loud,
like
a
symphony
You
fake
niggaz
trying
to
mack,
it's
just
sense
to
me
I'ma
keep
it
on
the
real,
bout
this
Hogging
life
Everyday
we
chasing
scrill,
trying
to
ball
for
life
Keep
the
money
on
my
mind,
number
one
all
time
Other
dummies
gonna
wine,
when
we
come
out
shining
It's
plain
and
simple,
I'ma
get
this
do'
Kick
a
nigga
in
his
face,
like
I
kick
his
do'
Spit
a
nigga
in
the
face,
like
I
spit
this
flow
Daily
riding
solo,
known
for
spending
his
do'
I'ma
hit
this
hoe,
then
change
locations
Cause
I'm
hungry
for
the
green,
so
I
stay's
impatient
Green
light
on
the
mic,
I'ma
change
the
nation
Sir
Daily
on
the
mic,
so
don't
change
the
station
Killa
nice
with
his
hands,
like
Vince
Dasene
Keep
a
semi
with
a
light,
that's
named
Prince
Hakim
Get
more
respect
than
a
king,
and
a
prince
you
seen
I
heard
you
nice
with
the
mic,
gotta
convince
my
team
I
wreck
every
beat
I'm
on,
cause
it's
my
duty
mayn
Make
a
hit
and
don't
say
shit,
like
Putie
Tang
I
can
hit
a
chick
and
don't
pay
shit,
it's
big
pimping
Rock
and
handcuffing
or
saving
a
trick,
you
big
sissy
So
pay
me
what
you
owe
me,
on
the
block
I
put
this
part
up
to
your
Cavaliers,
I'm
like
Kobe
with
the
glock
Or
Obi-One-Kinobi,
with
the
glock
Cause
I
put
the
beam
to
your
head,
and
rob
you
niggaz
blind
When
you
blink,
and
your
bread
in
Have
you
niggaz
hollering,
and
scream
When
you
scared
in,
a
hospital
bed
And
you
dream
that
you
dead,
but
you're
not
Get
you
shot
glock,
shot
when
it's
popped
Then
it's
cocked
and
unlocked,
from
the
top
It's
grind
time,
I'm
feeling
like
this
is
my
prime
I
got
a
lot
of
shit
on
my
mind,
when
I
put
it
down
I'm
trying
to
put
seven
circles,
behind
my
dolla
signs
And
push
a
drop
top,
that's
hand
designed
With
a
B
on
the
behind,
floss
like
a
boss
Valet
park
it,
run
up
my
penthouse
I'm
hungry,
tired
of
being
Starving
Marvin
Had
to
hit
Interscope,
and
tell
Jimmy
let's
bargain
The
Dirty
South
Arching,
belong
to
us
It's
us
Boyz-N-Blue,
leaving
boys
in
dust
In
God
we
trust,
cause
he
down
with
us
My
whole
team
supreme,
hot
boys
sped
up
Slim
Thugger,
the
Slim
Thug
that
I
am
So
gangsta,
cause
that's
how
my
brain
was
programmed
It's
the
Boss,
niggaz
best
respect
my
fam
Or
catch
bullets
in
they
flesh,
till
my
Tech
9 jam
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