Boss Hogg Outlawz Pop Lock And Drop It (flow) lyrics

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Pop Lock And Drop It (flow) by Boss Hogg Outlawz Pop Lock And Drop It (flow) lyrics [Intro: Slim Thug] Boss Hogg Outlawz Headed To Da Kappa 2007 mayne We've been doin' this shit for some years mayne I don't even know if nobody go to Kappa anymo'... But we gon be there, Ha! [Verse 1: J-Dawg] Free PJ! Haaa Haaa! Pull ya slabs out nigga let's roll If ya top up, drop it to the mothafuckin' flo' I don't know about you, but im gon' put on a show All compliments go to that drank & that dro Actin a iz-azz like the homie C-Wigga Ridin' behind tint you can't see me nigga But I see you, cause you starin' at that blue Candy line, Nawf Side niggaz comin' down South Side red & I ain't talkin bout bloody I'm talkin bout the color of them slabs lil' buddy 4's pokin' out like hoes with big breasts She don't wanna fuck me, she wanna ride DTS Steppin' out fresh in my Boss Hogg gear Better hide ya bitch, cause the Young Hogg is here Tell her stop peepin', cause if she winkin', she fuckin' I don't even want her, she nothin' Bass be thumpin', got that King Kong in my trunk I'mma show you boys how to stunt Grill in the front, 5th wheel on the back Heater in my lap for you boys who wanna jack On the sea wall, We aint worried bout them laws Don't fuck wit us, & we won't fuck wit ya'll Sittin' sideways like the homie Paul Wall Yella on my side wit no draws & no bra She just promotin'.. the clique cause we holdin' Boss Hogg ballas nigga ain't nothin' stolen Then I gotta work my woodgrain wheel That's how I feel, My neck gon' chill Naw we ain't cappin mothafucker I'm a Hogg Fresh out the gutta wit it, couldn't wait to ball Couldn't wait to shine ever since I was 9 I stayed on my grind & waited for my time Now i'm in the game, no mo' ridin' in the prime J-Dawg a starter, I play every quarter At the Kappa Beach, all eyes on me Hoggin' all lanes, imma give 'em somethin' to see Serve & Collect in my deck, badge on my neck H out the roof, reppin', reppin' my set Boss Hogg rider, stomp down, copp throat H-Town nigga, BHO fo' sho we in the do' at Da Kappa! [Verse 2: Sir Daily] Boss Hogg we in the do' Headin' to Da Kappa I got precision' like a quarterback Smokin' on a quarter sack Of da dro, that got my heart beatin' slow they call it heart attack Cartier wrist, they see my Cartier mist A quarter million got me chillin', all this ice up on my chest & I'm fresh! My diamond zone lookin' like ya diamonds wrong You must rock that Pre-K ice Lil' boy, my diamonds grown Tippin' in that drop boss Trippin' wit the top off Smokin' somethin' potent, lungs open tryinna not cough Back streets blocked off, swangin' on you a$$holes Zippin' past bitches, clappin' ass See the glass 4's struttin' down the sea-wall Swangas pokin' out I see ya'll bangin, trunk hangin' it's sittin' up like a see-saw & we all.. in a blue line swervin' & snakin' it I see all.. them beautiful dimes twerkin' & shakin' it They makin' it.. hard to focus on the road Trippin' cause a nigga throwed Leanin' on this muddy cup that Whoaddie poured C-Whoaddie know.. niggaz slabs fire for-real Got them swangs under my frame from Texas wire-in' the wheel So gon & fire up the kill, cause we gon do this here for Burton, right! "Free The Rap Hustla" on my Kappa T-Shirt I'm from where the G's work Smoke that OG's purp Laws ask me where I'm goin, tell 'em "Kappa Beach, Sir" Where them playas roll past Man all of them niggaz ask, "Where You Get Them 17 Inch Swangas?" Them hoes glancin' at Da Kappa! [Verse 3: Chris Ward] G-Yeeeah! Yeeeeeeah! It's Chris Ward! The Boss Hogg ghetto Soprano Touchin more keys than Scott Storch on the piano Recognize a playaaaa, Hold up don't touch the channel We hot like we in the Saharah wearin' a ???? Music knockin', got the doors pop, lockin' off the panel Soundin' like the trunk is about to dis-mantle You see I'm so Pul-Paree & in my form of life, I done sold Cocoa Leaves & now I got so many rides & now i need a chaufer please... It's the best of the best, C-dot-Dubbaya-A-R fuck it!! You know it's me I needs no introduction, to none of these hoes & still will get seduction, suck-tion from one of these hoes I'm hot like oven-baked bread, So niggaz break bread Or fake dead, Or fuck around & take lead... shots Cause when they fire the AK, they spread Therefore when you pussy-punk-powder-puff-motherfuckers Hear them Blucka-Bluckas you won't have to play dead.. NAWWW!.. [Verse 4: PJ] This for all my real niggaz.. My bad bitches on the way to that Kappa you know'm sayin'?? PJ, I'm too throwed, when I pull out I hull the road Live my life by the G-Code, In a big blue candy slab gettin' blowed Theese hoes on dick, when they smell my scent Got the sun roof open with the air vents I'm ridin' clear, mutha-fuck tint I'm a H-Town nigga, gotta represent Got VS diamonds all on my body Puttin' hits on niggaz like John Gotti 'Fore you fuck wit me, better ask somebody I'm a made man & you can't stop me Like Jay-Z bitch, I'm the Blueprint You rappin' ass niggaz can't do shit I'm a real street nigga, been through shit 2008 Benz wit the roof bent I'm ballin' ya'll, shot-callin ya'll Boyz-N-Blue, Boss Hoggin' ya'll Breakin' off Kappa on the sea-wall 6, 15's beatin' in a L-Dawg Fuck a 4, nigga pour a pint Make the shit muddy, Dawg leave the Sprite Stop at the store, get some squares & 'gars Roll up that shit get high as a kyte I break these boys off just for fun, Air Force Ones, Sean John Yella bone hoes, I leave 'em sprung I will not quit I just begun Hip-Hop dead? What the fuck you mean? We down here stackin' up major green Slabbin' out cars, watchin T.V. screens Pimpin' ya'll hoes, sippin' on codiene... [Verse 5: Killa Kyleon] Uhhh! Uhhh! Uhhh! Yeah! Uhhh! Uhhh! Run It! I pop my trunk open, I let my lights glow I dunk a deuce up in my soda, & watch my Sprite.. Whoah! I usually don't smoke, but imma start tonight though & i'm gon be high as the sky, like where that kyte go? If rap don't work, I'm still gon be alright though I just head back to that block & pump that white hoe Or that white blow, that white snow.. I got them blocks covered Get my Katrina on, now I got the blocks flooded Call me the pusher mayne! I gets alot of cash & like them Apple Bottoms, I gets alot of ass Yeah, all my bitches bad, like LL-Cool J's song & i get that gwop, yeah, that bumper like LL-Cool J's dome Nigga! Rockstar, my swag is on, better yet my McJagger on I aint a Rolling Stone but i'm rollin' chrome Pop, lock the drop & now the rag is gone Pull the tag.. it's gone & it's at the fest Hit 3rd Coast now i'm extra wet If you fuck wit mine, I'll wet ya chest Don't freestyle, but I collect a check That money, cash, green, dough Tops, drop, screens, show Diamonds, wood, bling, glow Rollin', slabs, swing, slow That B That O That S That S That H That O That G That G That O That U That T That L That A That W That Z That's we Run it nigga! [Verse 6: Slim Thug] It's Kappa time already mayne? Well fuck it mayne, get that blue line together mayne Boss Hogg Outlawz gotta show up I'm headed to Da Kappa, still 4's & adapters Breakin' boys off, shinin' hard like a trapper Top laid back, & my music up loud Beatin' up the block, while I ride by the crowd Got the trunk in the air, watch the boppers stare They blinded by the Boss Hogg candy blue glare Other cliques can't compare, lookin' like "This ain't Fair" Thugga hit the beach wit bout 10 fresh pair Still braids in my hair, & princess cuts on my teeth I see you boys ridin' but ya rides ain't complete Fresh paint, new seats, got the line lookin' lovely Ike got me right, you can't put nothing above me Eddie came through, got the Magnums true blue Lookin' like some twins when you see them come through We reppin' non-stop, cause PJ on that lock It's Kappa '07, time to let the trunk pop Ain't a bitch on the side-line that Thugga can't fuck Or a slab on the strip, that my Lac can't crush I'm poured up right, got a 6 up in the Sprite Lil' C got the Dro', we gon lean all night we pullin' out clean, you already know Swangin' side to side & my ride real slow I said we pullin' out clean, you already know Swangin' side to side & my ride real slow MUTHA FUCKA


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