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Boss Hogg Outlawz - "Outta Control Flow"
Lyrics to Outta Control Flow : [talking:] Uh, Boss Hogg Outlawz Its Outlaw season baby, Boyz N Blue uh Here to serve and collect, you know what Im saying Uh what, PJ check it out what what [PJ:] Whats up motherfuckers, how you doing how you feel Its Outlaw season, and we hunting for scrill Whats up motherfuckers, how you doing how you feel Its Outlaw season, and we hunting for scrill Whats up motherfuckers, how you doing how you feel Its Outlaw season, and we hunting for scrill On the corner posted up, boys gangbanging Got my block on lock, big chain hanging I get love from the hoes, much respect from the Gs Killing all snitches, cause these rats copping pleas Say I roll solo, but I can call up a mob If the price right nigga, Ill take up the job PJ the young nigga, that dont sleep On a late night creep, with a young freak Say I chill all day, run the streets all night Im strapped up ready, everythings alright Hold up wait a minute, let me hit the dro Bitch recognize a hog, when I hit the do You can cry get mad, but Im not leaving Move around suckers, its Outlaw season what [Sir Daily:] Nigga, pass the dutch Daily in the do, got cash to touch Bentley Sprewells, Ima mash the clutch Chick in my whip, Ima mash the slut Nigga crash for what, no sir Ima steal the road, never be sober Ima still be blowed If it stay summer time, Ill still be cold You broke niggaz, dont feel me though Ima stay, on my note From my wrist to my ring, to the chain on my throat Nigga get paid, for everything that he spoke Daily on top, you insane to provoke All you lames is a joke, I get change while you broke Fold out six, in a Range blowing smoke Yes sir, inhale that cuz Nigga hit the weed, what the hell that was That hydro bud, can I buy some cuz Not from me I dont sell, I only smoke to get high as can be But, I can spare a little that you can clutch Ben you see me in them streets, nigga pass the dutch Pass the dutch Daily in the do, got cash to touch [Kyleon:] I pull up looking good, with the woman on the hood Top dropping fifth falling, hand fondling the wood Trunk beating up the block, like child abuse Kyles the truth, I hang with the wildest group Boss Hogg Outlawz, thats my gangsta team Reclining the butter back, thats a gangsta lean Hell yeah this gangsta bling, you know the boy glistening Watch chain and ring, act like they auditioning I got cookies in the oven, plus pies for sale Plus a sixteen, boys know Im live as hell Coming behind me on a track, is like riding a whale You know that aint happening, just quit rapping and Come to H-Town, ask bout me Bet they tell you, aint a damn thang whack bout me And you gon get mo heat, than Shaq about me Flows dope, like Im spitting cooked crack about me [Chris Ward:] On the real, who you know flow better than I Dont say yourself, cause Ill spray this lead in your eye I treat money like lettuce shredded, then wet it to dry C-Wiggity-Whoadie-Weez, is one hell of a guy Boys fall off giving up, not knowing its better to try But sit around, like the money gon fall dead from the sky We make the rules in these streets, and its best you comply Or get layed down face down, left stretched out to die See we Xing haters out nigga, one by one Then throwing away the hot heaters nigga, gun by gun See Im a gangsta, no not a Blood or a Crip But I keep slugs in a clip, thatll plug up your whip I got a connect from Cali, that send me jugs of that dip And I love the block, so catch me hugged up with the strip Still I got nice prices, on jugs of that sip You can call me Chris Wizzard, or C-W Now lets cap stack for stack, car for car Lets rap track for track, bar for bar Lets go battle for battle, war for war Better yet bruise for bruise, scar for scar nigga Tell the truth, you dont wanna compete Got one on my hip, one in the stash and one under the seat [ Outta Control Flow Lyrics ]
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