Альбом Slim Thug

[Talking:]
Yeah, it's finally here motherfuckers
Long-awaited, anticipated debut album
From the Dirty South motherfucking Boss, Slim Thugger
Through all the years, with no motherfucking deal
Through the bootleg shit
Here it is nigga, I'm already platinum

[Slim Thug]
Yeah you bootleggers can't stop me, other rappers can't top me
They both try hard to copy, but artwork still sloppy
You not me, I'm the real deal Boss of the city still
Regardless if I sell a hundred thousand, or I sell a mill
I'm already platinum, already paid
With eight cars a big house, that's already laid
Was already made, before the major deal
I pulled a Bentley off the lot, and felt how that feel
I turned corners through the hood, behind my Phantom wheel
And you can find me in the hood, on chill still
Majors must of got tired, of hearing me say fuck a deal
Cause they put some'ing in my pocket, made a nigga chill
Then shit changed mayn, it's a new game mayn
Got with Pharrell, now I'm getting for real fame mayn
They asking questions, like why the hell he did this
And my reply, is get the fuck out of my business
Bitch I'm the Boss, cause I do what I choose
I refuse to lose, you niggaz got a nigga confused
Get off my dick, and quit trying to dictate my moves
I'm still climbing higher and higher, my grind on cruise
Keep your opinions to yourself, and don't speak on mine
You ain't gon catch no fish, trying to watch my line
Just lay back put your locs on, and watch me shine
I drove this car this far, don't try to stop me now
And it don't matter if a nigga, go platinum or gold
I'm still good in the hood, how I got it befo'
Hooked up with Star Trak, then went got it some mo'
Now the FED's can't tell, what I got on my load

[Talking:]
Houston, we have a motherfucking problem
The Boss has arrived, and I don't give a fuck where you look in the world
You ain't gon find a nigga, who done it like me
Without a motherfucking deal
All these fake niggaz misrepresenting the H, you gotta move around
All haters getting straightened out, and starched the fuck down (already platinum)

[Intro]
Fuck that nigga Slim! You the motherfucking boss!

[Chorus]
I call shots - like a boss
Stack knots - like a boss
Cop drops - like a boss
On top - like a boss
Paid Tha Cost - like Tha Bo$$
When I floss - like a boss
Big house - like a boss
Rep the North - like a boss
Who the boss nigga? Who the motherfucking boss?
Who the boss nigga? Who the motherfucking boss?
Who the boss nigga? Who the motherfucking boss?
Who the boss nigga? You see the motherfucking boss!

[Verse]
I'm Slim Thugger motherfucker! Tha Boss of all bosses
That's right! AKA - he who the King of the North is!
Wars won, no losses; who wanna compete?
With the chief of the police, who got the keys to the streets
I'm a full time hustler, part-time rhymer
I'm having thangs Pha-real (Pharrell) You punks ain't no Grinders
You fools just went to school and learned to use Pro Tools?
And tried to cop you a G moves off the ten o'clock news
You can't survive in my shoes or afford to pay my dues
Wit your cartoon crews, you niggaz destined to lose!
I rock Eminem and 50 Cent crowds
And spend most of my weekends cruising above clouds
From the West to the Southway to the East Coast
I switch time zones more than ho's switch clothes
I was born to be on top (top), born to call shots (shots)
Born to cop drops and trick off fats knots, like a boss!

[Chorus]
I call shots - like a boss
Stack knots - like a boss
Cop drops - like a boss
On top - like a boss
Paid Tha Cost - like Tha Bo$$
When I floss - like a boss
Big house - like a boss
Rep the North - like a boss
Who the boss nigga? Who the motherfucking boss?
Who the boss nigga? Who the motherfucking boss?
Who the boss nigga? Who the motherfucking boss?
Who the boss nigga? You see the motherfucking boss!

[Verse]
Call me Sarge, I'm the head nigga in charge
You see the B on the 'Nage parked in the garage?
I'm the coach, I wrote them plays for my team
Hah! I'm the mastermind behind these teams wit green
I call all the shots, provide all the knots
Supply all the rocks and sponsor all the spots
I stay on the top floor, got the executive suite
Sit in the corner chair where me and my niggaz meet
Sport the Presendential Rolly, got a driver that drive
I don't open doors no more, he do it from outside
At the club, they lock off V.I.P. for me
And send bottle after bottle to my section for free
Hah! You see this rock hanging on my pinkie ring?
I'm respected in these streets, they treat me like a King
I get accepted like family, your house is my house
I guess that's why they call me - Slim Thug Tha Boss!

[Chorus]
I call shots - like a boss
Stack knots - like a boss
Cop drops - like a boss
On top - like a boss
Paid Tha Cost - like Tha Bo$$
When I floss - like a boss
Big house - like a boss
Rep the North - like a boss
Who the boss nigga? Who the motherfucking boss?
Who the boss nigga? Who the motherfucking boss?
Who the boss nigga? Who the motherfucking boss?
Who the boss nigga? You see the motherfucking boss!

[Chorus]
I call shots - like a boss
Stack knots - like a boss
Cop drops - like a boss
On top - like a boss
Paid Tha Cost - like Tha Bo$$
When I floss - like a boss
Big house - like a boss
Rep the North - like a boss
Who the boss nigga? Who the motherfucking boss?
Who the boss nigga? Who the motherfucking boss?
Who the boss nigga? Who the motherfucking boss?
Who the boss nigga? You see the motherfucking boss!

[Outro]
Fuck that! Y'all niggaz talking shit?!
Y'all come to the Northside

(feat. Bun B, T.I.)

[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 full of ?? 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)

[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

(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

(feat. Bun B, Pharrell Williams)

[Intro - Pharrell Williams]
STAARRR TRAAAK RIIIDERS YEAH!!! (WHOO! C'MON!)

[Chorus - Slim Thug + Bun B]
I don't take 'em out to eat
I ain't here to trick or treat
I ain't trying to fix your weave
I ain't heard of that!!
I'm just here to train ho's
Put 'em on the main road
Teach 'em how to 'Change Clothes'
I know you heard of that!!
Change your whole attitude
It's time to take off your cool
If it make you wanna move, then move
My niggaz get up on it, live bitches throw it back
Ma, act like you want it
I know you heard of that!!

[Verse - Slim Thug]
I'm the Young Texas A-Rod, KG of the game
LeBron James, you niggaz must not know my name
I'm Slim Thugga motherfucker! Tha Big Boss of the South
And I don't just talk it wit my mouth
I back it up wit my vow
Before Jimmy cut the check, it was 50 on my neck
And over 50 in my ear, I'm the Rookie of the Year
I'm here - for the 'Takeover', not out to replace Hova
But there's a new hustla in town, yeah the break's over
Don't get me confused wit the rest of them dudes
I've been Tha Boss down South, I'm just new to a few
Please believe, them niggaz don't do what I do
I got everything them other rappers got times two (WHOO! C'MON!)

[Chorus]

[Verse - Bun B]
If your gangsta, show your trill
If your pimping, show your ring
If you balling, show your paper
If you shining, show your bling
King of the Underground, holding the throne down
Want to try and take it from me, hater come on down (c'mon!)
Built for business, and God as my witness
Have you running a country mile and not for physical fitness (hold up!)
When we pulling toys and get to making some noise
You got to get somewhere like them Jumpoff Boys here (For real!)
So clear the corners homeboy, move around (move around!)
Get to stepping homeboy, do it now
I ain't busting no warning shot, I pop if I pull it
So if we fight tonight somebody gon be biting a bullet
I'm a dirty south gangsta, me and Slim Thug
And no matter where we go they show us nothing but love
For life! It's UGK and we ain't playing
And if you ain't screaming "Free Pimp C!" what is you saying?
Cause I ain't heard of that! (WHOO! C'MON!)

[Chorus]

[Bridge - Pharrell Williams]
Go on and move your cool if you want to (get out your seat girl)
Go on and make your moves if you want to (I said get up)
You can act a fool if you want to, you know you wit them
STAARRR TRAAAK RIIIDERS YEAH!!!

[Verse - Slim Thug]
I'm that new problem outta Houston, you got word of that?
It's Slim Thug and Neptunes, I know you heard of that
Ask your girl, she'll tell ya the truth
Your boys cool, but you can't fool wit the Boyz-N-Blue
I got something on my neck worth more than yo house
I got something in my yard worth more than yo spouse
I got something on my wrist worth more than ya team
And that car you think clean ain't worth more than my ring (hold up!)
Who yo know roll Bentley 'fore the album drop?
And still got a few from Pharrell to make the album hot? (Thugga!)
Yeah I hear y'all but don't see you niggaz
Y'all just making words rhyme, y'all ain't seeing no figgas (WHOO! C'MON!)

[Chorus]

(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::
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::

(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

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 ...

[Woman interview]
What's good everybody?
It's your girl Alana D.
Chillin' with my boy the boy slim thug
He's from Texas
Now son you've been doin' it real big for awhile
But please, tell us what's the secret to your success?

[Slim]
I'm a bonafide hustla
Used to have to bust bricks down in half
in order to see the cash
That's in the past
Niggas outta see the stash
Went straight to the bentley
Skilled, the S-class
I was a star before I signed autographs
This the beginning, y'all ain't seen my last
When I call myself a hustla,
I ain't talking about moving rocks
I'm talkin' bout them 9's and them aks and them glocks
When y'all was on the corner
out there runnin' from them cops
I was out there sellin' all them local crack spots
Boyz in blue and we creep deep
Motherfuckin' police
we make the rules in the streets nigga

[woman interviewer]
I feel you
I feel you
Now we talk about the style of Texas
NOw many seem to think cause you got that Texas style
That's gonna limit your success
Tell us what you think about that

[Slim]
I'm an H-town nigga
So FUCK y'all niggas
Got a fo'-fo' thatta buck y'all niggas
Stay out my way
Cause nigga I'm not for play
Ya niggas say you G's
That must mean you niggas gay
He's from H-town
But he don't stay where I stay
I'm from the land of the killers
He don't lay where I lay
So get it right motherfuckers
Don't try to put me in the same shoes as them suckers
There's a real thick line between rhymers and some hustlas
Them niggas ain't no gangstas,
Them niggas is some bustas

[Woman interviewer]
Okay talk to 'em
I see you here with all these diamonds, all these chains
You drivin' around in bentley's
But I don't ever see you with any security,
Please, what's the word on that

[Slim]
Pistol grip pump in my lap at all times
They be checkin' other fools, but they ain't checkin' mine
You run up tryin' you gon' be lyin' down dyin'
When you hear that clock clock sound comin' out of the iron
I ain't no fuckin' punk, I suggest you niggas chill
Cause if I pop this trunk, then somebody gon' get killed
This ain't no rap act, my nigga I'm really real
Go on run your ass up, and watch me stop you with the steel
Niggas must be on peel, cause it's evident they
think the boss went soft cause I got a record deal
I do this rap shit cause makin' hits pay my bills
And I could give a fuck what you other suckers feel
For real

[Woman interviewer]
Aight yo, keep doin' your thing
We lookin' out for you brother
You got anything else in the works
What can we expect from you in the future?

[Slim]
Boys in blue, comin' soon

[Pharrell in background]

[Intro - Slim Thug (Pharrell)]
Tell me when to go.. tell me when to go (c'mon!)
(You ain't think we was gon do what we gon do niggaz!)
(WHAT!) Straight from the streets of H-Town
(Turn this shit the fuck up!) Slim Thugga!
Boss Hogg Outlawz! (hahaha) Star Trak!
OHHHHHHHHH!!!!

[Chorus - Slim Thug]
Playa you don't know
You ain't seen nothing like this here before
Playa you don't know
You ain't seen nothing like this here before
You ain't seen them Boyz how they get that dough
Late night at the club pulling drank and dro
Put 100 grand up just to get that ho
Next day right back on the block for more, noo

[Verse - Slim Thug]
Attention! All my G's getting money hit the dance floor
And show the club what we out here getting grands for
A double shot on the rocks, what you playing for
Buy a bottle by the bar, get your man's dough
You know me fella, same ol' Thug
Wit the chicks and drugs up in the club
Dro smoke, getting high wit my folks
Red eyes, I'm a hide behind Gucci shades lotes (?)
Ho's say I'm a dog nigga, naw I'm a Hogg nigga
I got money, so fuck it I'm a ball nigga
Them other boys just out here rapping it
While I'm a young nigga out here having it

[Chorus]

[Verse - Slim Thug]
I make boys get they weight up, haters get they hate up
When you see Tha Boss coming I suggest you put ya date up
Cause the Jacob looking good and it match wit the piece
Errbody wanna know what's that on the boy teeth
Ear lobes on hang, eight karats outta tell
It cost a baller 100 g's for a pair, yeah
I'm getting money and it feel real good mayne
And ain't a damn thing changed, I'm still hood mayne
All the broads used to cap, wanna fuck now
Cause they see a young nigga getting bucks now!
I pull up in the Range truck like what now
It's real strange how they wanna get cut now

[Chorus]

[Bridge - Pharrell Williams]
Do the soulja bounce! do the soulja bounce! (how you do it?)
Ya let ya shoulda's bounce! Ya let ya shoulda's bounce!
Just let ya shoulda's bounce! let ya shoulda's bounce!
Just let ya shoulda's bounce! let ya shoulda's bounce!

[Verse - Slim Thug]
I mean it ain't much to talk about
When everyday I walk about a million dollar house
Like a motherfucking Boss!
If I want it I'm a get it, it don't matter what it cost
You ain't gotta take my word, ask them boys down south
You ain't gotta take they word, you can find me on the North
Take a trip to my city, ask somebody where Tha Boss?
Used to hit the hood, trunk full of things of that south
Now I'm getting 16 for 16's out my mouth
So it ain't shit to me to look clean when I floss
In the wide body slab with the candy blue gloss
I ain't worried bout them haters gon talk whachu talk
I'm on the grind getting mine, nigga fuck whachu though!

[Chorus]
I love ya Miss Mary
I love ya Miss Mary
I love ya Miss Mary
This ain't a love song
This a thug song

[Verse - 1]
I'm so in love with you Miss Mary (Miss Mary!)
I can't picture my life without you cause it gets scary (Gets scary!)
When I'm down I need you around in a hurry (In a hurry!)
And calm me down from my hard times and my worries (Miss Mary!)
I'll hold you close to me late at night
Face to face we meet and greet and everythangs iight
Ya nothing less then a dime when you in my sight
And through the dark days you know how to bring the light
I remember the first time I kissed ya
My first experience with love is when I finally hit ya
And I'm a thug but fuck it I ain't gon lie I miss ya
I wanna spend everyday of the rest of my life with ya
We break up to make up but we can't stay apart (No!)
It feel like forever when we spend a day apart (Fa show!)
So begging you to come back as I play my part (Oh!)
It's a shame how you just had your way with my heart
I love ya Miss Mary

[Chorus 2x]

[Verse - 2]
And when we out in crowds, I still hold you like im proud
You make me feel like I'm in heavin walking on clouds
You stay fresh new tags I keep you with new bags
You make a nigga feel good I can't help but brag
And I know my so called friends trinna hit you whyle im gone
Play with you whyle Im gone, split you whyle Im gone
But you always stay faithfull cause this is ya home
And you know your man, I never treat you wrong
And my moms gets pissed off when I bring you around
She always hit us with, " Ya'll get up out my house right now! "
If she only knew how I was shacked up back when I was a kid
And how late nights I was sneaky went in and out of the crib
To my nose your scent is just as sweet as a rose
I wasn't impressed by them others so you the one I chose
To roll with, settle down and go with
I love you Miss Mary and I show it and make sure she knows it

[Chorus 2x]

[Verse - 3]
You take away all my bad times
Put a smile on my face through my sad times
Been down with me way before I had shine
I feel like I owe you half the cash from my rhymes
(I wasn't gonna talk about this here man but uhhh)
I used to abuse ya and try to missuse ya
We exchanged a bunch of blows back when I was a loser
You used to trip when I sang won't no more seeds
I had enough stress on my life please believe
I lost alot of paper when I moved you to Philly
Broke you off a bunch of green you had me trippin' but still we
Maintained to stick together through the ups and downs
And when I ain't have nobody else, you was around
It all worked out in the end you payed me back times ten
When I was broke on my ass you gave me cash to spend
And hit that highway with the pack of gin
And put me on my feet with the stacks of benze (Miss Mary)
I want you in my life 'till death do us part (Miss Mary)
Cause you've been down with a nigga from the start (Miss Mary)
You'r the only thing that can claim my heart
Miss Mary Jane you deserve more fame for your art

(feat. Jazze Pha)

[Intro - Jazze Pha]
So incredible! Ladies and gentlemen!
This - is a Jazze Phazelle, Slim Thugga
Slim Thug! Collaborinzale!
Oh boy! oh boy! oh boy!

[Chorus - Jazze Pha]
It's such an incredible feeling
In this past year I done made a few million
I tried to hide it, but ain't no concealing
Stacking my paper, up to the ceiling
(I pimp) pimping since pimping been pimping
Macking since macking been macking
Y'all niggaz talking, but me and my niggaz make it happen (I pimp)
Y'all niggaz talking, but me and my niggaz make it happen
Y'all niggaz talking, but me and my niggaz make it happen

[Verse - Slim Thug]
Slim having major change man, and it ain't no secret
With them diamonds chains and rings, it ain't hard to peep it
You can catch me in the shopping mall, rediculous bash
Check my restroom trash, all I do is pop tags (pop tags)
And drop rags off of show room floors
Fa sho, I change loads like ho's change clothes
The whole industry knows, how we roll down in texas
Phantom Rolls on 24s, rose gold diamond necklace
Slim shows and tell, so these ho's know me well
I been closing candy doors since Pac was in jail
Hell, I can't complain it's a beautiful feeling
From being broke on ya ass to having cash to the ceiling

[Chorus]

[Verse - Slim Thug]
I was a mill plus before this record deal stuff
You niggaz talking but we walking shit, for real wit us
They think we country and ain't up on game
Until they see them different colors in the Boss Hogg chain
Or the blue spray Bentley valeted outside of the club
Is that 50 or Jay-Z? naw baby it's Thug
And I ain't playing in no league, or on teams with Steve
I ain't get this from no settlement that I didn't receive
Please believe, the world ain't seen too many me's
I don't think the lord created a lot of these G's
Cause these days I just sit back enjoying the feeling
I was broke on my ass now my cash to the ceiling

[Chorus]

[Verse - Jazze Pha]
Pimping ain't dead! these ho's just scared!
You see it everywhere, but it starts in ya head
Next comes the bread, shit's sweet like Jiffy
Used to do beats for a G, but now a nigga get fifty
It's my time to shine, hard times behind me (bling!)
Forty gold and platinum plaques! and still climbing
And if I lose money, then the paper come find me
Said I was through with rapping, till Sho Nuff signed me
Thank God for the change, cause errbody ain't able
Made a mill slanging beats, that's not including my label
Jazze Pha, Sho Nuff, every crib with some cable
I got a dollar worth of dimes in my stable

[Chorus - Slim Thug & (LaToya Luckett)]
Nigga we hustlers, we please our customers
Pay me or I'm a bust ya! this is my life!
In the hood we funnel, dough by the bundle
I make a fucking ton folk! this is my life niggaz!
Bentleys to Hummers, winters to summers
Ya can't take it from us! wit all my ho's saying!
(Here without ya babe, I never wanna live without ya babe!)
I'm a G! We riding! - we riding! - we riding! - we riding!
Let's get to it G! We riding! - we riding! - we riding! - we riding!
Let's get to it G!

[Verse - Slim Thug]
Let's get to it G, I grind hard if anybody time do it's me
I'm from the hood mayne, where niggaz good slang
And they'll take ya head off for a lil change (yeah!)
Was lower class (yeah!) broke no cash (yeah!)
Had to get up off my ass and make this time pass
Wasn't fast, but it eventually came, I'm a G in the game
Street rich niggaz, born to get figgas
If you ain't starting on no team you fucking wit us
Everything you niggaz done I done done it twice
Me and my Hoggz nothing nice, this is my life!

[Chorus]

[Verse - Slim Thug]
Where ya Bentley? Where ya rose?
Where ya diamondz nigga? where ya ho's?
Ya probably make a lil cash out shows
But I spend that type of cash on ho's
We big bosses, in big houses
This ain't no ordinary cars, we big flossas
I made it legal now, fuck them people now!
Me and my thugs don't budge when them people round
I hold shit down, got the key to the town
Young Slim Thugga, I'm the realest around
Everything you niggaz done, I done done it twice
Me and my Hoggz nothing nice, this is my life!

[Chorus]

[Verse - Slim Thug]
I had to get rich, or either sit bitch
Fuck rolling shotgun I had to get my own shit!
And they respect me now, I'm Tha Boss of the town
Slim Thug getting love when he floss around
And I can be found on the same block
That got one of my brothers locked and the other one shot
But I ain't pushing no rocks or running from cops
I'm just chilling wit my niggaz posted up on a drop
Naw! Ain't shit changed, just switched games
My bank account ain't the same, but I'm still the same
Everything you niggaz done, I done done it twice
Me and my Hoggz nothing nice, this is my life!

(feat. Pharrell)

[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