| Watch out Boss Hogg is coming through
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| We holding it down (hold it down baby)
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| And everybody that’s running they mouth
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| We gon shut y’all down, shut y’all down
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| All my thugs and my g’s who paid they dues
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| This year we gon shine
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| And everybody that’s on the grind
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| Keep money on your mind, on your mind
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| I shut em down, cut em down, quick to throw my weight around
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| To yellow bone or sugar brown, Boss Hogg we holding on
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| We getting our glow on, and so on and so on
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| If niggas talking down, that’s something you can blow on
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| And this song’s to let you know, be real about your do'
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| Keep your mind on pay roll, and I guarantee you’ll get mo'
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| Watch how quick you be rich, I strongly suggest
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| Get your paper and invest, and don’t settle for second best
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| Southside official, Screwed Up Click original
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| You went down to 99, you not a percent artificial
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| Playa hating me detrimental, better watch what you say
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| This dream team bout green, BB King on my two way
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| Telling me, E.S.G. |
| let me do a story on your life
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| To show the world how u emerge, to splurge your ice
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| Slim and H.A.W.K. |
| on the right, with Key and Mike we assassin
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| Fat checks we cash em, shut em down to mash em, huh
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| Watch out, here come them hogs, in them big L dogs
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| You wanna see somebody ball, follow us to the mall
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| I need my money tall, when I talk I walk
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| It’s Slim Thug, E.S.G., and my dog Big H.A.W.K
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| Living laid in the shade, all dues been paid
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| To tell the truth we got it made, something hatas can’t fade
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| Riding thick like a parade, shutting all blocks down
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| Bout to show the whole world, how that H-Town clown
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| Make way, for the H-A-W-K
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| You can bet your last dolla, I got something to say
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| I’m not caring like Donna, with mo' hits than Madonna
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| I got niggas out here, trying peep my persona
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| Ask your baby mama, bout Slim and E
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| She got fucked by them, then got fucked by me
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| This the big three, G-R-I-N-D
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| I-N-G, all about the currency, what
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| B’s for Boss Ballas, best believe we bout bread
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| O’s for off the chain, when we swang we turn heads
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| The double S is for the Southside, on my SS Impala
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| Ah fuck it, this year it’s staying stacking dollas
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| Saranada enemies, g’s in my facinity
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| The H is for you hoes, with homosexual tendencies
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| The O’s for ounce of do-do, and optimo nigga
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| The double G for ghetto gold, getting green and go-getter
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| Some hard hitters bout our figgas, out that Texas nigga
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| We pull triggas on fake niggas, bullshittas and quittas
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| We shut em down, top bound, turning smiles to frowns
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| Going round for round, from each town to town
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| The new pitcher on the mound, is the Mr. Slim Thug
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| The young boss out the North, that sell like drugs
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| Show me love, cause this year Boss Hogg gon shine
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| We on a million dolla grind in our times, watch out |