dick your fucking lips smoke With your silly ass pretty boy rap Mean muggin and thuggin sittin on dre's lap. Pull a gat on my thug No bullets or nothin
bar, bitch Straight outta Warren, bitch, you a joke Suckin' so much dick, your fuckin' lips smoke With your silly ass pretty boy rap Mean muggin' an' thuggin
back of the club, popin' bub When my spinnaz keep spinnin' all the Ladies show me love I'm here to takeover I was originally suppose to replace hova Not slim thug
the sleeve off my tip I get the right words in straight up in this till the juices diminish then I'm a menace like I'm Iceberg Slim Lights blur dim with
the cris and moes out Flash benjies just to twist the hoes out Fabolous the one from the menatti mix Known to have more kicks than karate flicks Slim
two labels on my back and start walking (Start walking) And it ain't in six states now I got everybody talking Look, and I thug, with my thugs (I thug, my thugs
, cute feet with the baby phat fleece She paged me to come over tomorrow So I smashed in the crib, bumpin?, camron (Oh, boy) With the doo rag on (Yo?, boy
what it is, patna This some light work, ain't even gotta call a doc for Mobsta, had the old Phantom now the drop, son 3rd the king of Dloverland but Slim Thug
I'm breaking bread with mike jones, and slim thug the boss It's paul wall, still representing swishahouse I'm with my boy big kaila, I don't bar no hater
Best run, getcha guns, spittin dum dum slugs at the thugs, y'all niggaz don't want none Here we come, best run, spittin dum dum slugs at you thugs, y'
the name of love I can tell you about books, or I can tell you about drugs Tha average college thug, it's just the way I be livin I need a miss thug
clean Yo honey actin' mo' mean Napped-out, momma asking me "What's all that 'bout? I say I got big plans, look slim but mapped-out Country boy with country
that fella who take ya to that level Your boyfriend?s alright But Slim Thug?s much better, better I gotta say I ain't seen any like you On the real, boy
that's made by sun Got a gun, ain't a Uzi but it weighs a ton It's B-Boy punk rock 2001 It's B-Boy punk rock 2001 It's B-Boy punk rock 2001 World keeps
, and yea We still a army in this bitch homie Yea Cash Money still the shit homie, shit homie Whats really real is you feelin me nigga That Hot Boy shit
yeah We still a army in this bitch homie Yea Cash Money still the shit homie, shit homie What's really real is you feelin' me nigga That Hot Boy shit
homie, and yea We still a army in this bitch homie Yea Cash Money still the shit homie, shit homie Whats really real is you feelin me nigga That Hot Boy
, put tha flame to him All of a sudden tha thing hits straight through him 'Cause I'm tha same nigga, pimper boy, Lil' Wayne Thugged out, pants fall