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Boss Hogg Outlawz - "Whatcha Know"
Lyrics to Whatcha Know : [talking] Slim Thugger uh, Boss Hogg Outlawz We be the Boyz N Blue nigga, we be the Boyz N Blue [Slim Thug] Mic check 1-2, 1-2 Residing the Boss, of the Boyz N Blue Young Slim T, H-U to the G Bout to get this shit jumping, like its pose to be I keep the dro close to me, stays in the party mode And get thoed, when the hand of Bacardi hold We like the kind, that blow pound for pound Rolling town to town, Boss Hogg with the top down Surround sound, got the streets on hit And all the bopping hoes, on dick And all the hating niggaz sick, cause we blew up quick Same boys that we grew up with, trying to get the shit That Slim get, cause Slims the shit And so is his click, and so is his chick We blast off fast, shot from cross the bricks So when you see me rolling, in my drop top Caddy Throw your peace sign, and say hey pimp daddy [Hook x2] What you know about, them Dirty South Hoggs What you know about, them young Outlawz What you know about, my gangsta crew ha What you know about, them Boyz N Blue nigga [Chris Ward] Off top bitch, you know who C. Ward Mobstyle, and with them Boyz N Blue Its the yellow bone puller, from the Yellowstone Boule You know me, and what I stay gon full of Blazing and dazing, off that purple dank Sometimes leaning and codeineing, off that purple drank Im bout to introduce you, to the syrup and soda Cause yall know how we do, we put our syrup in soda Your girl controller, smell this fresh herb I rolled up When you smoke you choke, and your eyes look swoll up They call me Chris Ward, I know you heard the name Its common like catching a Colombian, with a bird of caine Im hot, so hot I could burn a flame You ought to listen to me Watts, now you could learn some thangs When Im perving mayn, I swerve through lanes Blessing the ghettos, with my gutter herb and slang Its M.O.B. style, I need not go no further mayn Why rain on em, when I could form a hurricane nigga [Hook x2] [Sir Daily] Now Im a young money maker, down low cake baker Break a hoe like a pimp, cause Im not your savior Paint wet like a sailor, when Im flipping in gator Turn the page on you haters, never trusting you traitors All these hoes trying to date us, see we richer with vapor Young nigga getting money, never missing my paper Snakes dwelling in my yard, laying low and waiting Ima break off the breaker, cause I know they hating Throwing bows till I fold, aint no escaping Shows over dos closed, Im a pro at breaking These tracks, how you think I got these stacks Hustle on the block, moving my cheese packs Busting at the cops, fool I squeeze gats Thugging till Im out, like Roxenette Im busting on your mouth, if you stop green backs Its rugged down South, so we crawl clean Lacs [Hook x4] [ Whatcha Know Lyrics ]
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