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Represent Gangsta (feat. Sir Daily, Killa Kyleon)

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 OutlawzPut 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 maynGet your hands up, put your hood up

Throw your sets up, chunk your side up gangstasGet your hands up, put your hood up

Throw your sets up, chunk your side up gangstasGet your hands up, put your hood up

Throw your sets up, chunk your side up gangstasGet your hands up, put your hood up

Throw your sets up, chunk your side up gangstasGet 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 carGet your hands up, put your hood up

Throw your sets up, chunk your side up gangstasGet your hands up, put your hood up

Throw your sets up, chunk your side up gangstasGet your hands up, put your hood up

Throw your sets up, chunk your side up gangstasGet your hands up, put your hood up

Throw your sets up, chunk your side up gangstasNow 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 atGet your hands up, put your hood up

Throw your sets up, chunk your side up gangstasGet your hands up, put your hood up

Throw your sets up, chunk your side up gangstasGet your hands up, put your hood up

Throw your sets up, chunk your side up gangstasGet your hands up, put your hood up

Throw your sets up, chunk your side up gangstas

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