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Boss Hogg Outlawz - "Boyoz N Blue Flow 2"
Lyrics to Boyoz N Blue Flow 2 : [talking:] Jiggy check, Boyz N Blue Exclusive shit freestyle, Im C. Wigga Ya know ay, you wanna see my what Uh yeah uh say, look out [Chris Ward:] I aint got a grill lil ma, I got some chains I got a mill lil ma, but I got some change Im so fresh, so motherfucking clean Make the scene, look like it done goggled some Listerine This all the time, everytime with me They call me C dot W-A-R-D You see Im someing like a playa, someing like G And I bet someing on someing, you aint nothing like me I wreck the flow, whenever I feel like I go hard, just like Im a steel pipe I bring the pain, bring the game I changed the game, I changed the frame I pull up in that wide frame, dropping the top If Im not Im in a old school, hopping the hop Making it jump making it drop, making it flip Making it flop, making them 84s wop Making them vogues hop, up and down the boulevard Its that nigga still dranked out, and Im full of Nod With PJ, Sir Daily and Slim Thee Killa Kyleon, is right behind we In the, CTS My nigga D-1 behind him, in that new DTS we fresh [talking:] Like that nigga, Outlaw Season We flyer, than a motherfucker Its your nigga, Sir Daily baby [Sir Daily:] Hop in on the flow, and I wreck the beat Come through looking good, and Im on a sweet And a cold cup, and you know its muddy Northside Houston Texas, yup them my buddies Them my dogs, in them what L-dogs Coming through the parking lot, working wood log Top drop top tossing, the trunk pop Everything looking good, rims dont stop Grill looking icy, chain is too Coming through the damn lane, leaving it blue On them swangs too, maybe 24s Got plenty money, got plenty hoes Pass em round through the click, let my boys fuck I aint even tripping, plenty noise in my truck Got bang got ice grill, ice chain Pockets looking swolled, Daily gots to do my thang On the flow, Ima just do the what thang I aint even tripping, might have to move the caine In the trap, Ima break the rap Nigga talk shit, Ima pull a strap Click-clack, like my nigga Slim Thugga Ima burn rubber, 24 inch cutters Never stutter, I gots to go long Break the microphone, my voice going strong I aint tripping, big drank sipping Lane to lane switching, Im grain gripping Off the dome, gots to go long PJ backdo me, Im off the microphone [PJ:] Its P, to the motherfucking J Catch me in the kitchen, and Im cooking up the yay Its that work, its that boy Purt When I pull up in someing good, I gots to hurt Yes Im dripping candy, boys dont understand me Might ride down Little York, banging Brandy Banging someing hard, no I dont bar Its the PJ, and Im far from a fraud Boss Hogg Outlawz, Boyz N Blue click Gots to come through, in a what type whip Thats the what car, sipping on bar In my what hood, Im a ghetto superstar Hogging shining, diamonds be blinding When Im coming through, yes I keep my hoes minding Yes I got hoes, might ride 4s Gots to come through, keep the crease in my clothes Roc-A-Wear pants, Roc-A-Wear shirt Catch me in my hood, and Im putting in work I might sell X, I might sell drank Might cash a check, go head to the bank Cash what the profit, no I cant stop it Might hit a switch, hell yeah Ima drop it Drop it on a slab, giving boys dab Back in the game, Purt use to call cabs Now Im riding chrome, out the Acres Home Hop on the mic, gon get my flow on Going off the dome, yes I go long Its that PJ, hollin at that damn whoadie out the Stone Them my damn dogs, out the motherfucking click Boss Hogg Outlawz, yeah we getting rich I aint playing, no fucking games Catch you what talking down, going for your brain Ima what aim, Ima aim the glock Bust me a shot, now your ass out Bring the yellow tape, the track got raped Its the PJ, I know these boys gon hate I know they talking down, but Ima what shine Ima come through, get the shit up off my mind Stack my feddy, yes Im ready I aint even tripping, on the flow Im deadly I can what wreck, I can what preach I aint even tripping, yeah pull out the sweep Thats the streetsweeper, late night creeper Back in the game, use to have the damn beeper [Kyleon:] Use to have the beeper, flows like either Im hot Get out of line, boys finna get shot With the glock, thats my damn nina Its the boy Kyleon, I stays mo cleaner Evesal on my ass, might be in white T Looking at my feet, I see the Air Force Ones fucking Nike Means they like me, but Im not a Franchise Boy Killa Kyleon, Im the real deal McCoy Holla at my boy, thats the damn whoadie Looking at the time, I see platinum eyes Roley Holla at the Eat Em boys, out the Acres Home Its the boy Killa, and Im riding on chrome Gots to go long, gots to just wreck it Not 9-6, I aint finna show my naked Putting on my clothes, Im putting red monkey Its the boy Killa, Im a freestyle junkie Holla, at the fucking PJ Might see me and my dog, on the damn freeway In the GT, thats the Bentley Coupe Smelling like jook, gots to say oops Cause I might fall off, no sir Im not having it Get the microphone, Kyleons gon grabbing it Looking at the cabinet, hold up man I done fucked up Damn, I done fucked up [Slim Thug:] Boy done fucked up, go on head pass the flow Grab the microphone, let the Boss Man go Gon talk shit, dont love a bitch Boss Hogg Outlawz, yeah thats the click Its Outlaw season, haters stop breathing Ima bust the tech, till you haters get to leaving Leaving the earth, been a baller since birth Gotta shoot the deuce, to the C and the Purt And my nigga Killa, cant forget about the Dai Every Sunday, we at the park is how we play With the trunk open, yellow hoes scoping Ima swang the swangs, till the swangs get broken H-Town repping, high steaks stepping Coming through the boulevard, Boss Hogg repping Representing the click, leaving boys sick Bitches on dick, cause a nigga got rich Got a lot of paper, you cant fuck with me If you got a problem with the Boss, come get me Quit all the talking, start with the walking Ima l-leave these boys dead, wrapped in chalkn Cause I aint playing, Northside staying Been the first nigga, with the grill and you know what Im saying In the Tex, invisible set cut I dont give a fuck, bout a motherfucking slut Keep a bitch with a big fat butt, on my side When I ride through the North, South or Eastside Cant forget about the West, keep a hundred thousand on my chest Dont bar plex, and I represent the Tex If you niggaz disrespect, you get killed All about getting my fucking paper, yeah the scrill Stay dollar bills, stay up in my pocket When you see the Boss riding clean, you cant knock it Got up on my hustle, got up on my grind When I hit the H-Town streets, yeah I shine Shutting boys down, been doing it for a couple years Man them haters see me man, I make em wanna cry tears Cause a nigga, looking good Representing for the Homestead, thats the hood All the way over, to the motherfucking Acres Had to show them boys, Northside stacking paper Never been a bitch, never been a hoe Grab the microphone, Im a freestyle pro All about the do, cant spit shit so-so Riding on fo 4s, hell yeah Im bl-blowing on the dro Gotta, keep it lit When them hoes see me, hell yeah Im the shit Dropping bumper kits, when I pull up on the scene Might ride blue, or I might ride gleam fuck [talking:] Come on with it G Give it to me again dog, Im fucked up [ Boyoz N Blue Flow 2 Lyrics ]
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