(featuring Sir Daily, Kyleon & Slim Thug)       (*talking*)   Yeah, ladies and gentlemen   You now tuned in to the, Boyz-N-Blue   Slim Thug the Boss, Kyleon   Sir Daily, C. Ward, we are the Boss Hogg Outlawz      [Kyleon]   Put your hood up, like your car broke   Get crunk, get your lungs filled with cigar smoke   Get drunk fall over, act a jackass   DJ cut that shit up, until you crack glass   Get the picture mayn, take a couple shots   Hit the bar buy it out, take a couple shots   Chunk a pole hit the flo', take a couple bops   Make her shake it up, move it round make it drop   We them Boss Hoggs, we them Outlawz   Every city every club mayn, we outlaws   Catch us in the valet, in a drop dog   Badges on our chest, looking like the cops dog   Them Boyz-N-Blue, got it locked mayn   Taking over cities, taking over blocks mayn   Selling rap records, not selling rocks mayn   Boss Hogg Outlawz, it don't stop mayn      [Hook - 4x]   Get your hands up, put your hood up   Throw your sets up, chunk your side up gangstas      [Slim Thug]   Get your hands up, everybody stand up   It's going down tonight, put them other plans up   Where my Boss Hoggs, where my outlaws   Where my ballers that be balling, let me see you ball   Where them chicks, that be breaking tricks for they cash   Where them hoes, that be getting do' for they ass   Where my niggaz not believing, in saving dust   That never save a slut, or really gave a fuck   Nigga pop a bottle, nigga pull a model   Go on grab a fine dime, and mash on your throttle   Where my smokers at, get your smoke on   Fuck a sweet blaze a zone, get your choke on   Fuck your teeth up, hold your piece up   Get your grind on, tell you fuck your priest up   Boss Hogg the bar, Boss Hogg a star   Boss Hogg got the club, and Boss Hogg your car      [Hook - 4x]      [Sir Daily]   Now let me see your neighborhood, if you know the flavor good   Know the paper good, and you wish a hater would   Talk down up on that, with chalk lines and chrome gats   You using young we grown cats, tote 2's at home then your bones crack   Sir Daily rep the set, a Boss Hogg the best of Tex   We number one the rest is next, stop the chatter rest the plex   All my niggaz in the club that get hype, and like to ball   Show your ice let it hit the light, then hit the lot cause we fins to crawl   24's like T.I., plenty hoes cause I'm a P-I   M-P it's simply up in me, so don't ask why   I do the thangs that I do, Blue Boyz the name and that's my crew   Receiving brain from you main dame, and those blue cars outside dude   From Hollywood to Holly-hood, I'm trying to see where the gangstas at   Flipping raps not flipping crack, I'm trying to see where that paper at   East to West North South, any hood it's all good black   The mad bucks put your hands up, and let Daily see where your hood at      [Hook - 4x]