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BOSS HOGG OUTLAWZ : Outta Control Flow lyrics

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BOSS HOGG OUTLAWZ lyrics : "Outta Control Flow"

Uh, Boss Hogg Outlawz
It's Outlaw season baby, Boyz N Blue uh

Here to serve and collect, you know what I'm saying
Uh what, PJ check it out what what

What's up mother$#&@ers, how you doing how you feel
It's Outlaw season, and we hunting for scrill

What's up mother$#&@ers, how you doing how you feel
It's Outlaw season, and we hunting for scrill
What's up mother$#&@ers, how you doing how you feel

It's Outlaw season, and we hunting for scrill
On the corner posted up, boys gangbanging
Got my block on lock, big chain hanging

I get love from the hoes, much respect from the G's
Killing all snitches, cause these rats copping pleas
Say I roll solo, but I can call up a mob

If the price right ^!$$%, I'll take up the job
PJ the young ^!$$%, that don't sleep
On a late night creep, with a young freak

Say I chill all day, run the streets all night
I'm strapped up ready, everything's alright
Hold up wait a minute, let me hit the dro

(*##$ recognize a hog, when I hit the do'
You can cry get mad, but I'm not leaving
Move around suckers, it's Outlaw season what

[Sir Daily:]
^!$$%, pass the dutch

Daily in the do', got cash to touch
Bentley Sprewells, I'ma mash the clutch
Chick in my whip, I'ma mash the [email protected]#%

^!$$% crash for what, no sir
I'ma steal the road, never be sober I'ma still be blowed
If it stay summer time, I'll still be cold

You broke ^!$$%z, don't feel me though
I'ma stay, on my note
From my wrist to my ring, to the chain on my throat

^!$$% get paid, for everything that he spoke
Daily on top, you insane to provoke
All you lames is a joke, I get change while you broke

Fold out six, in a Range blowing smoke
Yes sir, inhale that cuz
^!$$% hit the weed, what the hell that was

That hydro bud, can I buy some cuz
Not from me I don't sell, I only smoke to get high as can be
But, I can spare a little that you can clutch

Ben you see me in them streets, ^!$$% pass the dutch
Pass the dutch
Daily in the do', got cash to touch

I pull up looking good, with the woman on the hood

Top dropping fifth falling, hand fondling the wood
Trunk beating up the block, like child abuse
Kyle's the truth, I hang with the wildest group

Boss Hogg Outlawz, that's my gangsta team
Reclining the butter back, that's a gangsta lean
Hell yeah this gangsta bling, you know the boy glistening

Watch chain and ring, act like they auditioning
I got cookies in the oven, plus pies for sale
Plus a sixteen, boys know I'm live as hell

Coming behind me on a track, is like riding a whale
You know that ain't happening, just quit rapping and
Come to H-Town, ask bout me

Bet they tell you, ain't a damn thang whack bout me
And you gon get mo' heat, than Shaq about me
Flows dope, like I'm spitting cooked crack about me

[Chris Ward:]
On the real, who you know flow better than I

Don't say yourself, cause I'll spray this lead in your eye
I treat money like lettuce shredded, then wet it to dry
C-Wiggity-Whoadie-Weez, is one hell of a guy

Boys fall off giving up, not knowing it's better to try
But sit around, like the money gon fall dead from the sky
We make the rules in these streets, and it's best you comply
Or get layed down face down, left stretched out to die
See we X'ing haters out ^!$$%, one by one

Then throwing away the hot heaters ^!$$%, gun by gun
See I'm a gangsta, no not a Blood or a Crip
But I keep slugs in a clip, that'll plug up your whip
I got a connect from Cali, that send me jugs of that dip
And I love the block, so catch me hugged up with the strip

Still I got nice prices, on jugs of that sip
You can call me Chris Wizzard, or C-W
Now let's cap stack for stack, car for car
Let's rap track for track, bar for bar
Let's go battle for battle, war for war

Better yet bruise for bruise, scar for scar ^!$$%
Tell the truth, you don't wanna compete
Got one on my hip, one in the stash and one under the seat

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