Boss Hogg Outlawz - Come Here lyrics

(talking) Do it, uh we Boss Hogg baby yeah, yeah Uh-uh we Boss Hogg baby yeah, yeah Uh Boyz-N-Blue baby yeah, yeah Uh-uh-uh-uh-uh, hey (Kyleon) I know you see, Kyle body rocking With a star at the bar twisted cigar, while the X got her body popping Everybody's chopping, on bottles of dro I'm a pimp not a simp, I got bopper control Pulling yellow bones, me and my n***a from Yellow Stone Putting digits in our two-way pagers, and telephones Kyleon yeah baby, I believe that's me Come f** with this Hogg, in the V.I.P. f** with me, I might lay her in the V.I.P. A real playa don't pay her, in the V.I.P. Like T-I-P, so simple I'm a k**a or crook, and a straight off the hook hoe pimper (Hook x2) You want a check for s**, you can keep it baby I love p**y, but I don't really need it baby Before I give up my do', I'ma leave it baby I ain't saving these hoes, better believe it baby (Sir Daily) Some of these hoes, got cla** and respect But most of these hoes, trying to cash them a check Bottom line, all about the Benjamin's She'll sleep with ya quick, if you drop dividends And it's a lot of cake, n***az complying Giving hoes all they cash, cause these b**hes are fine Fool last motherf**er, look at the picture If you was broke with no hope, would this chick be with ya Hell naw, I can answer that She'll sleep with ya partna, if she think he got stacks And that's a fact, cause I done seen it with my own f**ing eyes Hoes trying to play they role, while getting boned 'tween the thighs For real, cause all boppers the same Quick to hop on ya dick, cause you got you some change Don't get me wrong, I ain't hating on the real women I'm just tired of these crumbs, that be penny pinching but uh (Hook) (Chris Ward) You see me, I've been pimping ever since pimping been pimping And when boppers see me they yell, (hey pimping) And it's good you got the freak b**h, hair and nails done I done hate ya, I congratulate ya well done I'm all about my mail, hun And if you ask about the next man b**h, I can't tell ya nuttin' And while you half-sleep in the morning, waking up on the phone I'm in the Presidential suite, waking up to some dome I see ya always happy, I'm sorry for breaking up ya home But if you plex, I send bullets that'll break up ya bones So leave me alone, and back-back back-back Cause I'm C. Weezy, the young black Mack with fat stacks (Hook) (Slim Thug) Slim Thugger done hit more dimes, in my time Than crack head crews, standing on the corner you'd find I don't call my b**h my wifey, I call her my b**h And my b**h know when I'm calling, I'm calling to hit I keep a dime shotgun, while I'm making my runs I bless 'em with my presence, never ever my funds I got broads that's ghetto, broads that's seditty But if the broad with me, then the broad is pretty With big a** and titties, on the scale a dime But if I'm out of time, I might settle for a nine I love money, p**y and sticky green I keep a all star team, that love to lick me clean I know they want me for my green, I'ma let 'em stay wanting At the mall they bags empty, and the Boss stay flaunting And I do it, with a straight face And if the chick jump fly, then the chick get replaced (Hook x2)