MELHORES MÚSICAS / MAIS TOCADAS
slim thug - 3 kings
[Slim Thug]
[Hook 2x]
When I hit the club all the girls show me love
While Im at the bar, got drank by the jug
In the v.i.p with the chicks and the drugs
Its the T.I.P, Bun-B and Slim Thug
[Slim Thug]
[Verse 1]
I got drank by the pint
Dro by the pound
Headed to the club in the boss top down
Slim Thug bout to clown represent H-town
If you love me you gon smile
If you hate me you gon frown
Cause me and my bosshoggs bout to ball till we fall
This year,I won't stall, Slim Thugga want it all
Goin solo, first cd out that nots slow-mo
Heres another hit thanks to the drank and they do-do
Fa sho though we got the club shut down
Tryna pick which chick Ima cut now
Got a fetish for thick girls thats caramel brown
On a hunt and uggh guess what I just found
Come in v.i.p with me boo, while we post up
We blowin purple stuff we pourin purple stuff
We blowin rolled up stuff, ya can tell that we rich
It Slim Thugga, T.I.P and Bun-B bitch!
[Hook]
[T.I.]
[Verse 2]
Ay ay ay
22's on a brand new Coupe wit no roof (roof)
A hundred and fifty doller tennis shoes, no suits
We some ballers pimp you oughta be followin our suits
No ad-libbin nigga jus do like I do (do)
Dont get it confused but dude Im not you (you)
If you ain't heard the news Im known to speak truth (truth)
Thats why Im at the bar buyin all these green goose (ay ay ay)
Passin it to the wall but mayne is they loose
That ma nigga Slim Thug they mean what they do
Say the black one a slut but the red would cut too (too)
Give 'em number to the suite and tell 'em to fall threw (threw)
And tell that nigga ESG and Paul Wall too
I know Bun did had been fun wit them freaks, yeah (yeaaaaa)
Do it like a G for Screw and Pimp c
From the A but got all of Houston with me
At the superbowl pullin groups of Hoes six deep nigga!
[Hook]
[Bun B]
[Verse 3]
We goin hard in the paint like Carmello (Carmello)
This is for the boys who sip purple and sip yellow (yellow)
Shorty shake ya jelly like jello (huh)
She curvy like a J.lo
Damn baby poke me off before I even said "hello" (said hello)
Is it the car, is it the ice is it the grill (is it the grill)
Cause Im a star that pay the price to keep it trill (keep it trill)
She at the bar, she lookin nice, she on da pill
And she got two more wit her ready so tell me how you feel (hol up)
See pimpin ain't made nigga pimpin ain't raised nigga
Nigga pimpin is born
Pimpin since its early dayz (right)
These niggaz get to trippin playa pimpin ain't lazy
And if ya miss Pimp C throw up ya dueces and ya tres (mayne)
We thought of many ways and perfected the grind (grind)
Makin million dollas more six figa checks will get signed (signed)
Slim Thug you up next to shine and I can't even lie
Wit me and T.I.P you done wrecked 'em this time foo! (time foo)
[Hook]
slim thug - 316
Yeah, Slim Thugger, Boss Hogg Outlaws
Got plex, with the Boss, ha
Something you gotta deal with baby, ha, fa sho
[Slim Thug]
What's up motherfuckers, it's the show stopper Lil Yo dropper
Kappo popper, bout to break them off something proper
One man army, bout to make they summer stormy
I'ma handle every nigga, out here trying to harm me
Young Capo, bitch you ain't young no mo'
You a old man, why you still riding with Lil Yo
You need to get off Pac dick, and stop that copying shit
Boy you ain't no OG, over there in the bricks
Old hating ass nigga, talking bout you bust on me
I'll have Lil Yo, singing This Is For My Homies
I'm the fucking Boss, against all odds
Lil' Zane ass niggaz, y'all some broads and frauds
I'll pull your hoe card, snake skin ass bitch
I don't even know you nigga, so I'm making it quick
All I know, is that you rolling with two hoes
All you gay ass niggaz, need to get on your toes
[Hook]
Yeah, I'm serious
And this is one of 3:16
You bastards, I'm serious
This is only one of 3:16
Straight up, I'm serious
That was only one of 3:16
But check this shit out
[Slim Thug]
It's Slim T-H-U-G, about to wreck Big Pic
Fuck you and everybody, that you down with
You try to talk that hard shit, like you wanna come fight me
Knowing damn well, you wanna be just like me
Talking down on my click, I'ma back em up
You fuck with Sir or Doodie, and I'ma crack you up
Bitch you ain't in Swishahouse, sucker take off that piece
Quit trying to use that name, so you can sell in the streets
I saw that nigga A.D., and he didn't wanna speak
Well fuck you too, definition of weak
Take that fake ass earring, up out of your ear
Stop claiming up the street, you embarrassing your peers
Try that bullshit cougar, in the lake somewhere
Hating on me to a bitch, go play somewhere
Slim Thug says, you need to get off his dick
And Slim Thug says, you and Pic a bitch, motherfuckers
[Hook]
I'm serious
And this is two, of 3:16
You punks, I'm serious
This is two, of 3:16
Punk ass niggaz, I'm serious
This was two, of 3:16
16 number three
[Slim Thug]
So motherfuckers think, they can flow
But all of them niggaz, is some hoes
I got a lot of niggaz, that's down with me
But you bitch niggaz, shouldn't of clowned with me
Lil Yo, you say you looking cute in Polo shit
I heard your weak ass c.d., and it's bullshit
You gotta run to your hood, and beg em for help
You can't talk shit, and back it up for yourself
You hating on the Boss, trying to get you some wealth
But hating on me, is real bad for your health
I see your whole click, on 2Pac dick
Nursery rhyming ass nigga, you a lil' old bitch
Yeah I talk about my cars, I talk about my click
But bitch I wanna see you, try to put me on bricks
You better battle Lil Romeo, weak ass boy
I gave you street fame, old weak ass boy, remember that
[Hook]
You little motherfucker
I'm serious, and that was three of 3:16
For any niggaz, that wanna test
Come up and stress, these three motherfucking 16's
You can't fuck with it fool
We dropped three, of 3:16's
And ain't a motherfucker tight like this
We dropping three tight ass 3:16's
[talking]
Who they talking to man
These niggaz must of forgot
I know these niggaz man, I hung with these niggaz
Roll with these niggaz man
Did everything with these niggaz man
Helped them niggaz come up, the little they did
Ha, and they wanna turn they back on me and hate on me
Showed all them hoe ass niggaz nothing but love man
Let them niggaz borrow money to promote shows
And clothes and shit, you know I'm saying
He remember, turned your back on me mayn
All you niggaz is some hoes for that
Should of stayed down, and got paid with me
We all had the same chances, opportunities
But y'all ain't make it, y'all ain't got it
slim thug - already platinum
(feat. Pharrell Williams)
[Pharrell Williams]
Ha-ha-ha-hah hah hah hah hah
[Intro - Slim Thug]
Yeah! Yeah! Slim Thugga!
I don't think they ready for this beat
We gon take them boys to Texas right quick
[Verse - Slim Thug]
You know Tha Boss talk shit, walk shit, floss shit
Like it don't cost shit, that's why I'm Tha Boss bitch
Got a million worth of cars, bought a million dollar house
From making words rhyme out my million dollar mouth
You can see the watch gloss when you see Tha Boss walk
I keep my lips closed cause it cost when I talk
I'm so flashy, rims so glassy
Pull the dropper out, we gon show them boys nasty
Hood rats harrass me, I don't want the drama
They wanna get put up so they could be me baby mama
But I'm a chill, I'd rather work wood wheel
And throw them vogues and grills on candy automobiles
I'm still tipping on vogues, closing candy blue doors
From the old caddy coupe to the new blue Rolls
I'm from the hood living good, so I'm pimping
I ain't got my plaque in yet, but I'm already platinum
[Chorus - Slim Thug] (2x)
Mayne I'm already platinum
Mayne I'm already platinum
You know I'm already platinum
Mayne I'm already platinum
[Verse - Pharrell Williams]
Skating ass mister, money making ass mister
That Star Trak sign getting way damn bigger
Put Snoop in a coupe, I put Slim in a slab
I put them motherfuckers out wit that one-two jab
Wit the - glamorous jewels, wit the chandelier hues
Everytime I wave my wrist it makes the channel 3 news
In that 100 EX, that two-door shit
Look in my rear view, listen you're too close Thicke
You got it wrong, I don't touch the heaters
Though my Ice Cream sneakers got the drug dealer beepers
Don't let your Ego eat ya, shh! let me teach ya
All that brrrr make ya chest look just like some pizza
Huh!! You see what's happening, we King Kong smashing em
When new bitches is on my arm, the paparazzi is snapping em
The future's ours - and yours is blackening
Me and Tha Boss nigga, we already platinum
[Chorus]
[Verse - Pharrell Williams]
You ain't saying shit, you're weak and prom too
I'm making money making beats, and plus I pop too
Playa chill, don't get ya body chopped & screwed
Have ya sucking through a straw just to opt for food
About face and walk our way on too
Let the ladies in here do what they gon do
Seem like my wrist been dipped in diamond fondue
It's not just me, my man got one too
[Verse - Slim Thug]
I got my mind on cash and my grind on smash
Nowadays I gotta count my money by the bags
I done ran through the rags, now I get to see riches
Went from having rats to the superstar bitches
Used to never leave out them Northside blocks
Now I'm going to parties in Miami on yachts
And the grind don't stop, everytime you hear me rapping
Without the plaque in, I'm still already platinum
[Chorus]
[Bridge - Pharrell Williams]
It feels so good ma, ma to be platinum
Ha-ha-ha-hah hah hah hah hah
EVS diamonds and Bentley macking
Ha-ha-ha-hah hah hah hah hah
So sick this VSOPN a passion
Ha-ha-ha-hah hah hah hah hah
And after that you and I will be smashing
Ha-ha-ha-hah hah hah hah hah
slim thug - ashy to classy
That's right
I went from ashy to classy, to classic
Quarter million dollar car
you can't pass me
Haters can you hear me now
I can barely hear you
Mother fuckers too far in my rearview
That's right
I went from ashy to classy, to classic
Quarter million dollar car
you can't pass me
Haters can you see me now
A nigga pocket so swoll'
They can't stand to see a young nigga home
Ballin' outta control
Started out a little young nigga, 'bout 15
Tryin' to figure out ways to get big green
Had dreams of rock gleams,
top down on the old school
cause the hustla's ridin' clean looked so cool
You know the rules, I got in where I fit in
Why not hit the block, all my other brothers did it
Had to get out there and get it on my own
Cause when you turn 16, nowadays you grown
Mama did her best, cause I never missed a meal
But I'm tired of takin' money
that shit needed for bills, you feel me?
I'm tryin' to take a little weight up off her back
So I'm takin' up the slack, thanks to feens wantin' crack
A 50 pack, to a half, to a whole
To be 15 nigga, my pockets on swoll'
Huh
I'm finally bout to get my chance to go pro
And let the city know Slim thug gettin' dough
I went from ashy to classy, to classic
Quarter million dollar car
you can't pass me
Haters can you hear me now
I can barely hear you
Mother fuckers too far in my rearview
That's right
I went from ashy to classy, to classic
Quarter million dollar car
you can't pass me
Haters can you see me now
A nigga pocket so swoll'
They can't stand to see a young nigga home,
ballin' outta control
Now I'm the one ridin' clean, Just made 17
But I aint' satisfied with the cash the block bring
And them law snatchin niggas off the block every night
Cause boys treatin' this shit cause it's a normal 9 to 5
Instead of trying to put their paper in a row
These niggas on the block hustlin' till they get caught
But a, my mama didn't ain't no fool
I had to chill for a minute and just focus on school
And if I wasn't in the hall gettin' ho's
I was chillin' wit my niggas spittin flows
Next thing you know I'm at the club doin' shows
And gettin' bank rolls when I step through the doors
My pussy rate at an all-time high
And ain't too much shit that I want I can't buy
I'm livin' good, everyday stay fly
I guess that's why the niggas in the hood say hi
I went from ashy to classy, to classic
Quarter million dollar car
you can't pass me
Haters can you hear me now
I can barely hear you
Mother fuckers too far in my rearview
That's right
I went from ashy to classy, to glassy
Quarter million dollar car
you can't pass me
Haters can you see me now
A nigga pocket so swoll'
They can't stand to see a young nigga home,
ballin' outta control
Nowadays I'm a made man
And word is Slim thug is a very well paid man
I'm raybanned up, top down, mashing
Lookin in the rearview at the haters that I'm passin'
So please stop with them questions you askin'
I'm a hustla, I'ma stay smashing.
Quarter million dollar cars, I'm livin' like a star
VIP with the bar, players buyin' out the bar
And even though a nigga didn't shoot hoops
I still found ways to make NBA loot
A young nigga got his pockets on swoll'
They can't stahnd to see a young nigga home
ballin' outta control
I went from ashy to classy, to classic
Quarter million dollar car
you can't pass me
Haters can you hear me now
I can barely hear you
Mother fuckers too far in my rearview
That's right
I went from ashy to classy, to classic
Quarter million dollar car
you can't pass me
Haters can you see me now
A nigga pocket so swoll'
They can't stand to see a young nigga home,
ballin' outta control ...
slim thug - ballin
Win, riding in a cock-eyed Benz
Light blue lens, dro'd out with all of my friends
Ball-balling shot calling, 20 inch crawling
Me and them boys all in, something with screens falling
Playing to win, riding in a cock-eyed Benz
Light blue lens, dro'd out with all of my friends
Big ball shot calling, 20 inch crawling
Me and them boys all in, something with screens falling
Candy sprayed, stay at the club L.A
My neck wrist and chest, will show you I'm payed
I'm made-made, like my name's Special Ed
Boy your baby mama giving head, in my Chevy black bed
I'm baller bread, nigga I was raised to grind
Raised to shine, I made heads turn all the time
Hogg-Hogg and Short Stop, in a Bentley soft top
Sharpstown bound, bout to shop till we drop
I can't stop, the cash keep calling
Like Lil' Troy, Slim Thug back to balling
No stalling uh-uh, I stay about that do'
And if you don't know, now you know nigga
[talking]
Slim Thugger, E.S.G
T.T., Short Stop, Boss Hogg Outlawz
Put it down, we back to balling
For the 2002, ha
(Pussy's a whole different aspect of life
Wars don't start if the country, if the country over there winning
Pussy is one of the most powerful things in the world
And a lot of people don't understand, how powerful pussy is
Pussy make niggaz blow their brains out, they bitch brains out
Or pussy make people do things they ain't never think they'd do)
slim thug - big banka man
Uh uh, Boss Hogg Outlawz
You already know who this is baby
If you don't, listen-listen
[Slim Thug]
It's the big banker man, with my nigga Anka Man
Got the diamond wrist band, with the drank up in my hand
I ain't playing man, I'ma pour it and I know it
Gotta beat it like green, unless the Slim Thug blow it
I'm a under-hog hogger, candy-dog dogger
Ask Webster, who the definition-ball baller
A shot caller, I'm the Boss of my team
In a drop Prowler, tricked out with screens
Said Story, so now the pretty girls adore me
Had a lot of dime pieces but now, they just bore me
Pain before glory, was the lesson I learned
Never got shit free, everything was earned
It's like cause and effect, if you grind you shine
And if you don't you won't, keep that on your mind
I'm getting mine nigga, see I follow the rules
I pay my dues, that's why I'm in the Boss man's shoes
slim thug - bizness
Rarely barely, seen in two different places
But I made a mistake, my best friend was fake
I had to separate, the real from the snakes
You broke my heart dog, with all that jealousy
I couldn't believe, the shit that they was telling me
I understand your pain, the whole scene changed
But it wasn't personal, it was a green thang
You was never left behind, nigga get that out your mind
But when you thought it was your time, you left me behind
I held my ground, and when your chance didn't go down
Nigga I got mine, and flipped the shit around
It still ain't no hard feelings, I still want you to get millions
But I just can't never see, me and you chilling
We headed two different ways, I'm still trying to get paid
Why you po'ing up blowing up, wasting your days
[Hook]
We use to get money together, pull honeys together
Pushing chromed out twinkies, in custom coached leather
You claim it's all love, but nigga it's whatever
Cause this is business, it ain't personal
Same dream, same team, same teams
We even told, to the same damn things
Ain't no rules in this war, for this green
This is business, and it ain't personal
slim thug - boy
Oh baby..
[Slim Thug]
You can't fuck with me, not on these beats
Not in these streets, any day of the week
You gon see defeat, call ya all ya
That's what you motherfuckers get, for talking that noise
I put the chrome on that large, if it go on my toy
Not Rawface, but when I bling it bring that joy
I'm bringing other suckers pain, cause I'm running the game
They feel ashamed, everytime somebody mention my name
Where my championship ring, I'm winning it all
A triple-double in the rap game, showing I ball
Got high scores, at the house I got some high whores
And walk around the crib naked, doing my chores
Like Chamil get it right, you know Slim hit it right
If I get it tonight, your man won't get it tight
It's me Slim yeah, holla back at ya
Come stack with ya, live fat with ya
Watch my back, and in return I'll show you the game
Stay down on my team, and you'll get you some change
I hold's my own, you gotta get your hood
Buy yourself a note good, and that's understood
Giving shout out's on tapes, protecting yourself
I do this shit by myself, and I'm making my wealth
I wreck you hoes for fun, I'm number one
Your whole career is done, I hope you got a gun
slim thug - boyz n blue
(feat. Killa Kyleon, Sir Daily, PJ & Chris Ward)
(*talking*)
G'yeah, Slim Thugger, Killa Kyleon, PJ
Sir Daily, C-Ward, we the Boyz N Blue motherfuckers
[Hook (*scratching*) - 2x]
what the-what them boys gon do, when them blue boys come through
Blue-blue toys at you, pointing them toys at you
[Sir Daily]
I make cash quick, wide load class twist
Optimoe full of dro, so fantastic
So Sir fucking Daily, is still on top
And your fucking lady, is still on my jock
[Chris Ward]
When we vacate it's Kaynan Islands, and cuban cigars
When we pull up we back to back, in European cars
(fa sho) your whips new, but they not newer than ours
We entrepreneurs conessuors, slash superstars
[Killa Kyleon]
It's Killa nigga, but not the one up out the Dip Set
It's the one that hang with that blue gang, like a Crip set
That'll get the clip set, leave you niggaz whips wet
Bust in your chick face, leave that hoe lips wet
[Slim Thug]
It's Slim Thugger motherfucker, tell it like it G-O
Making niggaz get in line, like a fucking P.O
Boyz N Blue, run the H-Town streets
Niggaz better bow down, when you see the badge piece ha
[Hook - 2x]
[Sir Daily]
Verse two what it do, representing Boyz N Blue
We gon shut the game down, when these young niggaz through
And that's true can't stop, to the motherfucking top
Boss Hogg Outlawz, number one without bop
[Chris Ward]
It's C-Wiggity-Whoadie-Weezy-Ward
I could get ya drank and weed, soft to hard
I'm known off that Yellowstone, Boulevard
Even though I'm out on bond, I'm dranked out for the 'nard
[PJ]
It's P to the motherfucking J, what you say
Spit flows pimp hoes, jack niggaz move yay
H-Town Houston Texas, Northside's where I lay
Rap hustling motherfucker, hell no I don't play
[Hook - 4x]
[PJ]
Break a hoe down, like a ki or a pound
Me I'm pimping niggaz simping, man these boys out of line
Trunk open top down, swanging 4's showing surround
Make a hater go blind, once he see that blue line
[Killa Kyleon]
It's some new sheriffs in town, look at the badges on the necklace
You boys best respect it, or it'll get hectic
So I suggest, that you chill with that plex shit
Cause you don't wanna be behind the barrel, when you see the tech spit
[Slim Thug]
Killa got the heat, C-Ward behind the wheel
Sir blazing up the dro, P load the steel
We stay ready strapped up, nigga for the cause
You don't want it, with them Boss Hogg Outlawz
[Hook - 4x]
slim thug - click clack
(feat. Pusha T)
[Chorus - Slim Thug]
I was taught only reach for the heat if you busting
So when lift this shirt that's the end of discussion
Click clack motherfuckers! - I ain't trying to hear nothing!
Click clack motherfuckers! - I ain't trying to hear nothing!
[Verse - Slim Thug]
When snitch niggaz give police clues to watch
Well I'm a give them faggot niggaz news to watch
My trigger blow niggaz out they shoes and socks
I guarantee I won't miss you if I use the dot
I'm Slim Thugga motherfucker! best respect my G!
Or they gon say they name after R.I.P
How dare you pussy niggaz' tissue slugs bout me
Cause then I'm a get to show ya how thug I be!
And I don't give a FUCK what set you claim
They got rich niggaz that blow out brains
Just cause you from the projects don't mean you hard
Most of them hoods y'all repping ain't seen you broads!
[Chorus - Slim Thug]
I was taught only reach for the heat if you busting
So when lift this shirt that's the end of discussion
Click clack motherfuckers! - I ain't trying to hear nothing!
Click clack motherfuckers! - I ain't trying to hear nothing now!
Don't make me pull it on ya! on ya! on ya! ya hear me?!
Don't make me pull it on ya! on ya! on ya!
[Verse - Pusha T]
Big home, big car, big jewelry
Whispers in the street, all the talk of robbery
Ain't no Quad Studio, Tupac and P
For every watch there's a glock, come shop with me
Hood DVDs the closest you get to TV
BE or MT, the whole world done see me
VH1 Behind the Scenes, there's bout to be a three-peat
So keep on rewinding your part and others try and defeat me
Strap like the movie, better yet the sequel
Strap Before Rap, we'll call that the prequel
I told ya wit the pen, there shall be none equal
But since he ain't write it, that makes him more lethal! UUSSSHH!!
[Chorus]
[verse - Slim Thug]
I was taught only reach for the heat if you busting
So when lift this shirt that's the end of discussion
Click clack motherfuckers! - I ain't trying to hear nothing!
If you smart you gon hit the ground running and ducking
A lot of rap niggaz be trying to play hard
Knowing damn well that they lying and they fraud
They talk that hard shit when somebody press record
When there's beef in the streets they run to their body guard
I'm still a hood nigga, you can catch me on the block
And when I'm the club you can catch me wit the glock
I know them jackas plotting trying to catch me wit a knot
But we gon see if them laws can come catch me when he's shot
[Chorus]
slim thug - dedicate
(feat. Pharrell Williams)
[Slim Thug]
My nigga Sleep Dog, you showed a young nigga how to ball
Never settled for small, my dog had it all
I can't believe you gone, I'm trying to stay strong
Damn what the fuck went on, when you went wrong
I remember the call on my phone, saying my nigga was gone
I never seen Corn and Sha, look so alone
This was the worst day, you died on Cogo birthday
It hurt me, to see that look on they face
We all gathered on the block, everybody in shock
That day, it felt like the world came to a stop
We lost a major dude, one of our click team captains
I got numb, when I heard how it happened damn
Fake niggaz and hoes showing up, like they feel how we feel
Still trying to be down, but shit we know who all real
We don't want no more friends, our family complete
We just got one sleeping six feet deep, my nigga
[Hook]
It's fucked up when a dog gotta die, when he trying to get his bone
I dedicate this to my niggaz gone
You know the type that just try to keep a steak on the table, while they home
I dedicate this to my niggaz gone
This for my niggaz on the left and right of Jesus, while he sitting on his throne
I dedicate this to my niggaz gone
And to them niggaz that shot ya when we see you, best believe that it's on
I dedicate this to my niggaz gone
[Pharrell]
My nigga use to ride with me (yep), get high with me (yep)
And fly with me (yep), slice them pies with me (yep)
Spray them guys for me (yep), and die for me (yep)
But (damn fool), why this way
[Slim Thug]
I'm still not over my nigga Stessa, Stank you still missed
My life was getting a lot better, until I ran into this
A tragedy a gangsta, my nigga had to be
Lil' Cheif don't know what's going on, and shit that's sad to see
Cortiana a star, we gon watch over her man
Courtney, she kinda know but she don't really understand
What's going on, I-Pop and Heaven at home
My nigga kept his family first, so I know where he gone
He left Corn with a lot to look after, he can take it
Not from your mother but we your brothers, so I know you gon make it
You got Sha you got Chad, you got Troy you got me
Ray, Ed, Mo, Shannon and Kenny G
We your family nigga, so wipe the tears from your eyes
Stay focused get your paper, and stay on the rise
You a hustler, and a jacker can't take that
Your brother Sleep gone, cause haters hate my nigga
[Hook]
[Pharrell]
My nigga use to ride with me (yep), get high with me (yep)
And fly with me (yep), slice them pies with me (yep)
Spray them guys for me (yep), and die for me (yep)
But (damn fool), why this way
[Slim Thug]
We had to wait crying, our dog a victim of a hate crime
These haters hate, cause he shined at all times
Seeing the way Sleep Dog ball, made a nigga chase paper
Remember the day you gave me your chain, at my show at The Maker
Get your shine on youngster, we love to see that
When I put candy on the Excursion, he loved to see that
We showed up, Sleep part of the reason I blowed up
When them haters saw how hard we ball, they fold up
He lived life to the fullest, everything to the extreme
Done so much, I think my nigga ran out of dreams
From cars clothes to hoes, competition is none
We had fun, like Nelly say we number one
I know Sha gon hold your name, and keep the click on game
Now I don't like to ride solo, I stay with a gang
Went from a sawed off gauge, to three AK's believe that
[Hook]
slim thug - diamonds
[Chorus: sample from UGK]
Diamonds pressing up against the woodgrain wheel (Haa)
When you see a pimp shining bitch tell me how you feel (I got the)
Diamonds pressing up against the woodgrain wheel (Yeah)
When you see a pimp shining bitch tell me how you feel (I got the)
Diamonds pressing up against the woodgrain wheel
When you see a pimp shining bitch tell me how you feel (That's right)
Diamonds pressing up against the woodgrain wheel
When you see a pimp shining bitch tell me how you feel
[Slim Thug]
Now who other than Slim Thugga, still tippin on fo's
wrapped up in gator boe's closing them candy doe's
Drank poe'd music slow how I roll when I'm flossin'
Trunk cracked in the back I'm in my lack big bossin'
I got the diamonds pressin' up against the woodgrain wheel
When you see a playa' shining bitch tell me how you feel
I'm tryin to chill cause pussy niggaz ain't real
Gon' make me drop 'em with the hands or pop 'em with the steel
I'm the dirty south boss them other suckas is clones
Misrepresenting Texas with them weak ass songs
Screens showin' trunk glowin' while I flip through the hood
Big diamonds, shining, blinding, while I'm grippin my wood
I got the..
[Chorus]
[Slim Thug]
I got the diamonds pressin' up against the woodgrain wheel
Butter top dropping on the candy Coupe Deville
Cup full of drank man we poppin' pint seals
The candy trunk bangin while I drop the fifth wheel
Riding so low I got my hand up on the steel
Them jackers tryin'a plot I bet the glock'll make 'em chill
I'm straight up outta Texas yeah the land of the trill
When you see a pimp shining bitch tell me how you feel
Had to bring back the foe's made them put away the choppers
Got the candy blue shining while I'm swangin on the boppers
Keep straight through stop signs fuck if the law stop us
Screamin' free Pimp C to the motherfucking coppers
I got the..
[Chorus]
Diamonds
slim thug - dre
Yeah, hell yeah, wanna fuck with the Boss huh
Show you bitch made ass niggaz
Slim Thugger, Boss Hogg Outlawz
[Slim Thug]
Mr. Buster, where the fuck you at
Can't box or lick, so you better get your gat
You niggaz some broads, for fucking your road dogs
The click you threw up with, label you blew you with
That's why we don't respect your ass
Now it's time for the Boss, to check your ass 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 ass nigga, I get dead in your ass
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 killa shit, bitch do what you do
You fucked with me, now it's a must that I fuck with you
slim thug - everybody loves a pimp
Chorus
Everybody loves a pimp
Chuch,chuch...Tabernackle, tabernackle...Preach, preach
Everybody loves a pimp
Chuch,chuch...Tabernackle, tabernackle...Preach, preach
Everybody loves a pimp
The way I talk, the way I dress
I be soo clean, I look soo fresh
The ice I wear, the car I drive
The hoes I got, they look soo fly
When ya pimpish...ya pimpin
Everybody loves a pimp
When ya pimpish...ya pimpin
Everybody loves a pimp
Verse 1
You know da Boss got bitches galore
And you may have a lotta bitches but he got much more
>From BK, NY to the Malibu shore
I got a chick in every city, I can go on tour
Ya need a pimp in ya life thats gon' guide ya right
Wont handcuff ya when ya try'na creep at night
I dont lose sleep at night behind that
Nah I dont care, I be hibernatin call me Yogi Da Bear
I'm a pimp baby, thats why I hold my nuts and walk wit a limp baby
I know you tired of dealin wit all them simps baby
So gon' hop on my team and drop ya wimp baby
It's that simple baby
Chorus
Verse 2
Slim aint wit gettin drama from chicks
So when my boo turn bitch thats my cue to switch
You wont catch me throwin licks cos my feelins involved
I just erase 'em out the black book, problem solved
Bitch should learn how to keep her mouf closed
I got ZERO toleration for hoes
Move to the next one, theres plenty fish in the sea
And plus theres plenty other chicks that dig me
I'm a pimp baby, thats why I hold my nuts and walk wit a limp baby
I know you tired of dealin wit all them simps baby
So gon' hop on my team and drop ya wimp baby
It's that simple baby
Chorus
slim thug - fc 98 flow
peep da picture
Slim thug when I hit ya with gods Fletcher
My ghost to go and get ya in with a superstar figuas
The way you walk with you buckle
when destroy down the block
I make things, I'll smoke rock
Just to get in your car
Because I freak bitch
They fed cause' they can't compete
Sex with you
Ain't that sweetest, like a mission incomplete
The lead a way the momma drama
Cause' you know I stay clean
I Bust nutz and backs Bentleys
Maybe none in my dream
Knew you was all about my green before you got on my team
Push me closer to my dream
and keep my mind on the cream
A real lady in the street but freak in the sheets
From your head to your feet
Just shape so me
We gets
No relation cause you full of attraction
Pop in a lady FUCK-ACTION!
For the full satisfaction
I go long
I go strong
I make scream i'm the king
For damn secrets is hunt punch
And a little damn sin
I put codeine on my queen
And get ready to lean
pick the ball
Body to body
to you can't be sin
Hit you from the back
Is more addict in crack
See I pack that fat cat
Till the nut goes flat
We straight like that
With slim thug mad
Spend some time blow your mind
Then I back in the lap
My cash stack I slacks
So I got to get paid
If can help
come up
You can't avoid to get lay
That's my raise and paid
Keep me from get weeping
You might be creeping while I'm sleeping
When I don't be peeping
And my women give it up
She can get up and go
Cause I can let know hoe
Make the Slim Thug pole
Being with you ain't fo sho
When my cash go last
See you gotta understand
When I special dames
Can get caught up on the grants
While for our love
Being hoes in the club
And the master slim thug baby
(Swishahouse.biz)
That ain't my fault baby
It's my family tree
This ain't no motherfucking flip board
If you got no step you got FUCKED!
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