Boss Hogg Outlawz Represent Gangsta Lyrics

Represent Gangsta Lyrics

(featuring Sir Daily, Kyleon & Slim Thug) 







(*talking*)



Yeah, ladies and gentlemen



You now tuned in to the, Boyz-N-Blue



Slim Thug the Boss, Kyleon



Sir Daily, C. Ward, we are the Boss Hogg Outlawz







[Kyleon]



Put your hood up, like your car broke



Get crunk, get your lungs filled with cigar smoke



Get drunk fall over, act a jackass



DJ cut that shit up, until you crack glass



Get the picture mayn, take a couple shots



Hit the bar buy it out, take a couple shots



Chunk a pole hit the flo', take a couple bops



Make her shake it up, move it round make it drop



We them Boss Hoggs, we them Outlawz



Every city every club mayn, we outlaws



Catch us in the valet, in a drop dog



Badges on our chest, looking like the cops dog



Them Boyz-N-Blue, got it locked mayn



Taking over cities, taking over blocks mayn



Selling rap records, not selling rocks mayn



Boss Hogg Outlawz, it don't stop mayn







[Hook - 4x]



Get your hands up, put your hood up



Throw your sets up, chunk your side up gangstas







[Slim Thug]



Get your hands up, everybody stand up



It's going down tonight, put them other plans up



Where my Boss Hoggs, where my outlaws



Where my ballers that be balling, let me see you ball



Where them chicks, that be breaking tricks for they cash



Where them hoes, that be getting do' for they ass



Where my niggaz not believing, in saving dust



That never save a slut, or really gave a fuck



Nigga pop a bottle, nigga pull a model



Go on grab a fine dime, and mash on your throttle



Where my smokers at, get your smoke on



Fuck a sweet blaze a zone, get your choke on



Fuck your teeth up, hold your piece up



Get your grind on, tell you fuck your priest up



Boss Hogg the bar, Boss Hogg a star



Boss Hogg got the club, and Boss Hogg your car







[Hook - 4x]







[Sir Daily]



Now let me see your neighborhood, if you know the flavor good



Know the paper good, and you wish a hater would



Talk down up on that, with chalk lines and chrome gats



You using young we grown cats, tote 2's at home then your bones crack



Sir Daily rep the set, a Boss Hogg the best of Tex



We number one the rest is next, stop the chatter rest the plex



All my niggaz in the club that get hype, and like to ball



Show your ice let it hit the light, then hit the lot cause we fins to crawl



24's like T.I., plenty hoes cause I'm a P-I



M-P it's simply up in me, so don't ask why



I do the thangs that I do, Blue Boyz the name and that's my crew



Receiving brain from you main dame, and those blue cars outside dude



From Hollywood to Holly-hood, I'm trying to see where the gangstas at



Flipping raps not flipping crack, I'm trying to see where that paper at



East to West North South, any hood it's all good black



The mad bucks put your hands up, and let Daily see where your hood at







[Hook - 4x]