[Slim Thug]
Slim Thug
Huh
Wassup
It's ready?
Uh-huh (uh-huh)
Uh-huh, uh-huh
(Let it bump)
Now North-side, North-side once again it's on
I done dipped my drop in chrome and say fuck 2-tone
See I'mma Swishahouse solider when they love to knock
Rock mo' cocks than a dumb dock and get shit hot like Pac
I'm showing up in my city
So I'm here to chatter
Make me wanna do a duo with that boy Mad Hatter
Got that syrup in my bladder cuz I'm addicted to lean
When dames hear my pinkie ring you gon' see the glass bling
I'm still living my dream
Whatever I want I get
That's just a purpose for a player that be known as "The Shit"
Got a red nose pit and a tilted bumper kilt
Got 2 chicks sucking me and Big Pic dick for kicks
Throw more bricks than a brick
But Swishahouse is my click
I have [?] sick cuz I tricked these dumb tricks to trick
What's up to that boy Rick
Thug Mac and Big E
My brother Ray and Tay Day
And can't forget about T
See it's all about me
And catching up on my cash
And when I do I promise you I'm gon' smash Stacey Dash
Got glass parked in my grass
And sleep, close to my stash
And if yo' ass trespass you gon' straight up gettin' black
To be the best is my task
I'm moving slowly but sho'ly
And for every day that pass another motherfucker know it
Can't now a ho hold me
I'm taking this shit for real
Cuz if yo' bitch touch my grill you go'n be my ninth kill
I'mma let the world know the deal
I just say "no" To hate
But since so many participate they come at a high rate
Don't talk down on my name or anything that I claim
Cuz rich broke or smoking dope I'mm'a still be the same
You hoes go'n respect me
[?] R-i-p
I'mma be, all I can be
And that's a whole lot of me
Cuz Slim T-H-U-G go'n' be the goddamn boss
And by the age of 22 put my mama in a new house
I paid the cost to be the boss
Baby

[Big Tiger]
Yes sir
It's that boy Tiger
Know'm saying?
(Let it bump)
Tops drop
Glocks cock
3 wheel on Hennes'
Got a 7'2' Bernarda with a corvette in it
And a gal that's pink
Pigeon toes she stand
Long hair gray eyes her mouth is worth 10 grand
Took her ass to the sand
Pop trunk on I-10
Bitch got mo' gap than a damn gap band
I could rap like Saran
But hoes still talk down
Cuz I got these season pass [?] the ho [?] face crying
Tiptoe and elbowing my 83's don't clank
I'm 'bout it 'bout it like P
Got wood strip on the Tec
I keep a chain and the piece
Swang down [？]
5th epic laid back with 4'4' on the centerpiece
Fucking these chicks
I got my boys in the bricks
It's that Tike I a'int 6'6" no cake in my mix
I toss the deuce to that [？]
Pic, J.R. And Lil Yo
Cuz I'm down to let my clip go'n pop up with pop do'
And all these hoes a'int down to caring
Swishahouse is sharing
Lil Pat, Lil T and Jamarion
Running trains up at the Baron
I a'int having no plex so squash the shit it don't matter
Bitch you a'int a rice krispy so no need for the chatter
Swishahouse is so true
Be rowdy rowdy like Piper
We moving key, pushing 3's and keep a beam like a sniper
I stay crunk in this bitch
And keep up bouncing my step
I keep a 4 in my hand
With bubble lights in the velvet
Collecting knowledge up in college on how to break a ho
First you got to have 5 do's and 5 elbows
Like that boy named [?]
I swang and swing through that dolly
Got's to grip on that grain like bitches do to that Pauly
I could ride on red Harley and be a dog like Lassy
Pop a wheelie from Rosewood all the way to Tallahassee
With my mouth lookin' glassy
Mayne I got's to stay paid
Did a show with Sheryl Swoopes at the [?] Parade
These hoes be jumping like kangaroos
I got Jumpman on my shoes
I a'int B.B. King
But I be giving these hoes blues
Bitches be jocking
On my grain they be paging
Cuz I got mo' soul than a California Raisin
Man

[Big Pic]
The two boys done'a went off
Hol' up
My turn baby
(Let it-)
Let me go'n' and go 3rd
Let me go'n' get throwed
Coming through being blowed
I done just showed
Showed naked raw ass on the mic got skill
Poppin' pill
Showin' skill workin' wood wheel
On the crane
I'mm'a work grain
Break them boys off its a bird its a plane
Swishahouse in the damn do
Watch me flow
Me an' Lil Yo get throwed off the 4
Of codeine on the lean
I'm just a nigga
Breakin' boys off with a automatic trigger
I'm fussin'
Issue a concussion
I'mma come through break 'em like it ain't nuttin'
Niggas be droppin'
Tops be fallin'
I'm'ma come through 9'9' i'm just ballin'
I'm shot callin' like the Sean "Puffy" Combs
I done got crunk and 3 wheeled through acres home
That's my home
That's where I'm from
I'm'ma pop roof on a broad and make her just feel dumb
She feels stupid
She feels igg'ly
I'm'ma come through make her say "What is it?"
About that Pic
About that nigga
I'm'ma come starchin' 9 yep with Hilfiger
With my suit
I might just shoot
I done got crunk and popped trunk in the boot
That's Louisiana callin' shots like Montana
I'm'ma come through with a CD what channel
Fallin' from me roof
I done just shot
I'm'ma come through I'm'ma scheme I'm'ma plot
Watch me stack knot watch my paper get large
I'm'ma come through did a show with [？]
That's the chico
I'm no ho
Got a stage show
Yep in Tai Hoe
I'm thinkin' fo'do'
I'm thinkin' big bourbon
I done got crunk and shutdown the damn suburbans
Wouldn't give a damn
NBA live
1, 2, 3 yep I got 4 5's
Under my seat
I might blow a sweet
Give me props when I flow just greet
Please don't hate
Please don't talk down
I'm'ma come through lookin' good I might clown
At the Chocolate Town
Blowing pound-for-pound
Its the Big Pic got automatic rounds
I done just clown I done made 'em just feel me
On the way to stop me you gon' have to give it
Whats up Ceelo on the damn bank
I'm'ma come through I might just blow dank
Finna pass the mic to my partner Lil Yo
He gon' run his mouth cuz that boy no ho