(featuring Sir Daily, Kyleon, Chris Ward & Slim Thug)       [Intro: Slim Thug]   Working my wood, through my city   Breaking boys off, every night and day   And I never got, one minute of sleep   Cause I ball and say fuck, what them haters say   The wood wheels, keep on turning   And them ball bats, keep on burning   Cause we rolling (rolling), rolling yeah (rolling)   Rolling through the city      (*talking*)   Ha-ha-ha-ha, that shit was hot G   In one baby, let's use it, uh-uh   Yeah-yeah, uh-uh, yeah-yeah, uh   Boss Hogg Outlaw niggaz      [Hook]   G-A-N-G-S-T-A, B-O-S-S H-O-G-G   O-U-T-L-A-W-Z, Boss Hogg Outlaw gangstas      [Slim Thug]   It's him Slim, T-H-U-G   But it's true it's me, on your mother's T.V   On your brother's c.d., on your sister's wall   The same dude, that your big sister call   All day all night, but she not my type   Unless she the type, to up it in one night   I tend to get impatient, can't stand waiting   Chicks be hating, so I quit dating   I stay skating, 22 inch shoes   The Boyz N Blue, giving boys the blues   Your toys is cool, but Blue Boyz come through   And make you and all, your boy toys old new   Who want drama, Sir get the Hummer   We bout to bang up the block, like a drummer   For 2 double O-4, it's the Boss Hogg summer   First place in the race, and we'll walk for the number go      [Hook - 2x]      [Kyleon]   K to the Yizzi, L to the izzE   Switch lanes in a Lac, the made it 3's get me dizzy   I'm low, in a Lexus 4's Spre-O   You steady passing by saying, watching how slow he go   Everytime I'm in the whip, you see the Rolly glow   I'm on dubs and skidding my tires, like Polly-O   Ba-da, like Cube Mack or WC   I'm sitting large on a foreign, just like my dubs be   My car packed shorty, just like the club be   I'm sitting low to the ground, just like the bugs be   My baby mama fuck a G, she learning to love a G   Celebrity, chicks be waiting in line to hug a G   On X and Bubbly, fame is to my soul   My body be shaking and shivering, my shoes are cold   We letting them dogs out, I'm talking Lex and vogues   That spit wide body low, to them attached the 4's      [Hook - 2x]      [Sir Daily]   It's the grain butter lover, lane and gutter hugger   Swinging wide frame, showing banging burning rubber   Spinning 20 inches, paint change another color   Hating niggaz utter, Sir Daily a mo'fucker   I'm shutting down the spot, close the curtain show's over   We bout to drop it, try to stop and pull me over   But I keep mashing, speeding through the intersection   Hiding from the laws, like an illegal Mexican   See the ice rocks, wrist chain and watch   Blue Boyz hop out, we entertain the lot   You see the screens glowing, paint wet and shining   Wanna know how I done it, I got that from grinding   Young money maker, flashing my jewels   Break the laws at all cause, with a bad attitude   Doing what I do, flipping the script   We ball till we fall, nigga get you some grip cause uh      [Hook - 4x]      Yeah-yeah, uh-uh, yeah-yeah, uh   Boss Hogg Outlaw niggaz