Boss Hogg Outlawz - Boyz-N-Blue lyrics

(featuring Sir Daily, Kyleon & Slim Thug) (Hook) Boyz-N-Blue, straight at you Now tell me, what are you gonna do - 2x When we come at you Uh, uh, uh.. (Sir Daily) 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 n***az 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 n***a in his face, like I kick his do' Spit a n***a 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 (Hook) (Kyleon) k**a 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 sh**, like Putie Tang I can hit a chick and don't pay sh**, 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 n***az blind When you blink, and your bread in Have you n***az 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 co*ked and unlocked, from the top (Hook) (Slim Thug) It's grind time, I'm feeling like this is my prime I got a lot of sh** 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, n***az best respect my fam Or catch bullets in they flesh, till my Tech 9 jam (Hook)