E.S.G. & Slim Thug - I'm the Boss lyrics

Hope my mic on out there, ha Cause if its on, y'all gon feel it Know I'm talkin bout E.S.G. and Slim Thug, we the boss hogg outlaws Ha, we out here grinding, putting in work, ha Traveling state to state, doing shows Putting it down, and I'll be damned If we don't be the ones that get paid for it n***a, ha We use to get paid selling zones for them And then we started making rap songs for them But how come we ain't rolling on chrome like them See I know (what's up) that's something's wrong This year baby see I'm the boss, boss (they told me take my chain off, let my body defrost) This year baby I'm the boss, boss (they told me take my chain off, let my body defrost) P-I-M-Pology, ain't no record label Pimping me, feel me E.S.G. drop ki, like I drop a c.d Boss Hogg Documentary, DVD Ten G's to feast, Slim and E we the baddest Boss Hogg L dog, like the dukes of hazard Playa hatas wanna ride, on chrome like them I guess they like the Gucci shades, with the stones in them You wanna see E flow, you can see E flow Just pay, eat the dough cause he the C.E.O Gotta settle the score, you so called Freestyle King Better be about your green, little Freestyle Queen Wanna be up on my team, we got mo mail Yo sh** hardly to scale, as Southwest Wholesale Get off my co-tail, play your cards right, you know that we aces Platinum stars, platinum cars, toting platinum briefcases P-I-M-Pology, ain't no record label Pimping me, the Slim T I had to get my mind right, before I get my grind right Making sure I shine bright, when I'm in the spotlight I grab the mic and take flight, displaying my sk**s I took a shortcut to make mills, I pay my own bills I'm the Boss C.E.O., making sho my do' ain't low I refuse to be in store, and still be living po' Um no not me, you think I ain't watch me You boys can't stop me, Sugarland's where you'll spot me Living like I hit the lottery, can't hide my stash I want a hundred percent cash, everytime I mash S-Cla** in the gra**, bought a S-type Jag Platinum Bentley Azure, with the matching gray rag Let my Gucci jeans sag, Slim Thug don't play I'm making C.E.O. pay, when its my pay day I'm the boss, when I'm flossing my boss like a boss My house decked out like a boss, cause I'm the boss I paid the cost, full pay, its all work no play I'ma let the a.k. spray, if you hatas in my way Everyday like my birthday, you think I ain't got dough You can catch me at the Matches, pouring mo' on the flo', hoe Kick it with us, you hear two crooks flows You come to my house, you see some ten foot doors Church stained windows, optimoes of endo Winter time no Pinto, just hard top Bentlos Two doggs, we cash flowed they can't stand the boss We hopping over hatas like Randy Moss huh You ain't pimping me no mo' (no mo') I ain't gonna be your hoe (hell nah) I need my money when I'm spitting, let me get that Come up short with my scratch, I ain't with that, huh n***a I'm throwed...