| Lyrics: | [Slim Thug]
Got drank by the paint, dro by the pound
It's 2002, and it still go
down
Headed back to the Kappa, still 4's and adapters
It's the Mr. Slim Thug, the flow pro
rapper
I got a caramel model, shaped like a coke bottle
On I 4-5, mashing on a Coupe
throttle
We gon shut the wall down, I said it and I meant it
Best believe them Boyz In Blue,
gon represent it
Never tripping off the laws, we gon move the crowd
When we come through
swanging, with the beat up loud
Ah this year baby, I'm the Boss-Boss
I got candy and chrome,
on everything I floss
Still wrecking with the house, it ain't no love loss
Me and Watts
getting money, while these haters fall off
Sitting on the sideline, they should of stayed
down
Ain't shit changed but the times, is back in 9-9
Still getting what's mine, I'm still
on the grind
Making big dollar signs, on I'm still unsigned
You can't knock us, number one
requested from the boppers
Only rapper in Houston, riding on
don't-stopper's
(*scratching*)
I'm headed to the Kappa, on 4 swangas and
adapters
Watch me ball up and down the C-Wall
I'm headed to the Kappa, on 4 swangas and
adapters
I'm the hating no slapper, and the flow pro rapper
I'm headed to the Kappa, on 4
swangas and adapters
Watch me ball up and down the C-Wall
I'm headed to the Kappa, on 4
swangas and adapters
I'm the hating no slapper, and the flow pro rapper |
