I'm The Boss

(*talking*)

Hope my mic on out there, ha

Cause if its on, y'all gon feel it

Know I'm talkin bout

E.S.G. and Slim Thug, we the boss hogg outlaws

Ha, we out here grinding, putting in work, ha

Traveling state to state, doing shows

Putting it down, and I'll be damned

If we don't be the ones that get paid for it nigga, ha

[Chorus]

We use to get paid selling zones for them

And then we started making rap songs for them

But how come we ain't rolling on chrome like them

See I know (what's up) that's something's wrong

This year baby see I'm the boss, boss

(they told me take my chain off, let my body defrost)

This year baby I'm the boss, boss

(they told me take my chain off, let my body defrost)

[E.S.G.]

P-I-M-Pology, ain't no record label

Pimping me, feel me

E.S.G. drop ki, like I drop a c.d.

Boss Hogg Documentary, DVD

Ten G's to feast, Slim and E we the baddest

Boss Hogg L dog, like the dukes of hazard

Playa hatas wanna ride, on chrome like them

I guess they like the Gucci shades, with the stones in them

You wanna see E flow, you can see E flow

Just pay, eat the dough cause he the C.E.O.

Gotta settle the score, you so called Freestyle King

Better be about your green, little Freestyle Queen

Wanna be up on my team, we got mo mail

Yo shit hardly to scale, as Southwest Wholesale

Get off my co-tail, play your cards right, you know that we aces

Platinum stars, platinum cars, toting platinum briefcases

[Chorus]

[Slim Thug]

P-I-M-Pology, ain't no record label

Pimping me, the Slim T

I had to get my mind right, before I get my grind right

Making sure I shine bright, when I'm in the spotlight

I grab the mic and take flight, displaying my skills

I took a shortcut to make mills, I pay my own bills

I'm the Boss C.E.O., making sho my do' ain't low

I refuse to be in store, and still be living po'

Um no not me, you think I ain't watch me

You boys can't stop me, Sugarland's where you'll spot me

Living like I hit the lottery, can't hide my stash

I want a hundred percent cash, everytime I mash

S-Class in the grass, bought a S-type Jag

Platinum Bentley Azure, with the matching gray rag

Let my Gucci jeans sag, Slim Thug don't play

I'm making C.E.O. pay, when its my pay day

[Chorus]

[Slim Thug]

I'm the boss, when I'm flossing my boss like a boss

My house decked out like a boss, cause I'm the boss

I paid the cost, full pay, its all work no play

I'ma let the a.k. spray, if you hatas in my way

Everyday like my birthday, you think I ain't got dough

You can catch me at the Matches, pouring mo' on the flo', hoe

[E.S.G.]

Kick it with us, you hear two crooks flows

You come to my house, you see some ten foot doors

Church stained windows, optimoes of endo

Winter time no Pinto, just hard top Bentlos

Two doggs, we cash flowed they can't stand the boss

We hopping over hatas like Randy Moss huh

[Chorus]

You ain't pimping me no mo' (no mo')

I ain't gonna be your hoe (hell nah)

I need my money when I'm spitting, let me get that

Come up short with my scratch, I ain't with that, huh - 2x

Nigga I'm throwed...