Boss Hogg Outlawz Lyrics
Boss Hogg Outlawz Lyrics
"Whatcha Know Lyrics"
Tortured Moans Of Agony Lyrics
Tortured moans of agony I love to hear your feeble cries Begging to be put to death Extremely slow and cruel demise Teeth pulled slowly one by one Mangled jaws, Bloody gums My love grows each time you bleed The mutilation has just begun Eyeballs sliced along the lids Fluids running down your face Try to scream through shredded lips Your
Tortured moans of agony I love to hear your feeble cries Begging to be put to death Extremely slow and cruel demise Teeth pulled slowly one by one Mangled jaws, Bloody gums My love grows each time you bleed The mutilation has just begun Eyeballs sliced along the lids Fluids running down your face Try to scream through shredded lips Your
(featuring Slim Thug, Chris Ward & Sir Daily)
(*talking*)
Slim Thugger uh, Boss Hogg Outlawz
We be the Boyz N Blue nigga, we be the Boyz N Blue
[Slim Thug]
Mic check 1-2, 1-2
Residing the Boss, of the Boyz N Blue
Young Slim T, H-U to the G
Bout to get this shit jumping, like it's 'pose to be
I keep the dro close to me, stays in the party mode
And get thoed, when the hand of Bacardi hold
We like the kind, that blow pound for pound
Rolling town to town, Boss Hogg with the top down
Surround sound, got the streets on hit
And all the bopping hoes, on dick
And all the hating niggaz sick, cause we blew up quick
Same boys that we grew up with, trying to get the shit
That Slim get, cause
Pretty Boys Lyrics
Pretty boys - on my TV screen Teeth so white and hair so clean Pretty boys - sing and play guitars Pretty boys get to be big stars How do you rate my sex appeal from one to ten Is my image just a bit confusing Maybe I should get a facelift, start again Maybe I should trade my pointed shoes in 'Cause talent don't count For Pretty Boys <
Slim's the shitPretty boys - on my TV screen Teeth so white and hair so clean Pretty boys - sing and play guitars Pretty boys get to be big stars How do you rate my sex appeal from one to ten Is my image just a bit confusing Maybe I should get a facelift, start again Maybe I should trade my pointed shoes in 'Cause talent don't count For Pretty Boys <
And so is his click, and so is his chick
We blast off fast, shot from cross the bricks
So when you see me rolling, in my drop top Caddy
Throw your peace sign, and say hey pimp daddy
[Hook - 2x]
What you know about, them Dirty South Hoggs
What you know about, them young Outlawz
What you know about, my gangsta crew ha
What you know about, them Boyz N Blue nigga
[Chris Ward]
Off top bitch, you know who
C. Ward Mobstyle, and with them Boyz N Blue
It's the yellow bone puller, from the Yellowstone Boule'
You know me, and what I stay gon full of
Blazing and dazing, off that purple dank
Sometimes leaning and codeine'ing, off that purple drank
I'm bout to introduce you, to the syru
Where Or When Lyrics
It seems we stood and talked like this before We looked at each other in the same way then But I can't remember where or when The clothes you're wearing are the clothes you wore The smile you are smiling you were smiling then But I can't remember where or when Some things that happened for the first time Seem to be happening again And so it se
and sodaIt seems we stood and talked like this before We looked at each other in the same way then But I can't remember where or when The clothes you're wearing are the clothes you wore The smile you are smiling you were smiling then But I can't remember where or when Some things that happened for the first time Seem to be happening again And so it se
Cause y'all know how we do, we put our syrup in soda
Your girl controller, smell this fresh herb I rolled up
When you smoke you choke, and your eyes look swoll up
They call me Chris Ward, I know you heard the name
It's common like catching a Colombian, with a bird of caine
I'm hot, so hot I could burn a flame
You ought to listen to me Watts, now you could learn some thangs
When I'm perving mayn, I swerve through lanes
Blessing the ghettos, with my gutter herb and slang
It's M.O.B. style, I need not go no further mayn
Why rain on em, when I could form a hurricane nigga
[Hook - 2x]
[Sir Daily]
Now I'm a young money maker, down low cake baker
Break a hoe like a pimp, cause I'm not your sav
Here I Go Again Lyrics
Here I go again missing you yes here I go again feeling blue You're gone and still my crazy heart keeps right on beatin' true Yes here I go again missing you I woke up this morning and do an old familiar line Said this is it today's the day I get you off my mind But all my good intentions couldn't keep these tears inside Now I'm right back in that sam
orHere I go again missing you yes here I go again feeling blue You're gone and still my crazy heart keeps right on beatin' true Yes here I go again missing you I woke up this morning and do an old familiar line Said this is it today's the day I get you off my mind But all my good intentions couldn't keep these tears inside Now I'm right back in that sam
Paint wet like a sailor, when I'm flipping in gator
Turn the page on you haters, never trusting you traitors
All these hoes trying to date us, see we richer with vapor
Young nigga getting money, never missing my paper
Snakes dwelling in my yard, laying low and waiting
I'ma break off the breaker, cause I know they hating
Throwing bows till I fold, ain't no escaping
Show's over do's closed, I'm a pro at breaking
These tracks, how you think I got these stacks
Hustle on the block, moving my cheese packs
Busting at the cops, fool I squeeze gats
Thugging till I'm out, like Roxenette
I'm busting on your mouth, if you stop green backs
It's rugged down South, so we crawl clean Lacs
[Hook - 4x]