Slim Thug - Dre lyrics

(*talking*) Yeah, hell yeah, wanna f** with the Boss huh Show you b**h made a** n***az Slim Thugger, Boss Hogg Outlawz (Slim Thug) Mr. Buster, where the f** you at Can't box or lick, so you better get your gat You n***az some broads, for f**ing your road dogs The click you threw up with, label you blew you with That's why we don't respect your a** Now it's time for the Boss, to check your a** fool Use to be homie, use to be my ace Now I wanna slap the taste, out your mouth Make you bow down, Lil' Yo Hating on me, now I'm hating on you lil' hoe Oh don't think I forgot, let J-Dog slide Let Capo ride, just another homicide Calling me, begging for cash Dopefiend a** n***a, I get dead in your a** You should of stayed down, and got paid for verses But now he ol' broke, bank snatching purses Stealing cell phone, plumbing for money You ain't no real G, you's a crash dummy Talking that k**a sh**, b**h do what you do You f**ed with me, now it's a must that I f** with you