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G'yeah, Slim Thugger, Killa Kyleon, PJ Sir Daily, C-Ward, we the Boyz N Blue motherfuckers What the, what them boys gon' do When them blue boys come through Blue-blue toys at you Pointing them toys at you What the, what them boys gon' do When them blue boys come through Blue-blue toys at you Pointing them toys at you I make cash quick, wide load class twist Optimoe full of dro, so fantastic So Sir fucking Daily is still on top And your fucking lady is still on my jock When we vacate it's Kaynan Islands and Cuban cigars When we pull up we back to back in European cars Fa sho your whips new, but they not newer than ours We entrepreneurs conessuors, slash superstars It's Killa nigga but not the one up out the Dip Set It's the one that hang with that blue gang like a Crip set That'll get the clip set, leave you niggaz whips wet Bust in your chick face, leave that hoe lips wet It's Slim Thugger motherfucker, tell it like it G-O Making niggaz get in line, like a fucking P.O. Boyz N Blue, run the H-Town streets Niggaz better bow down, when you see the badge piece ha What the, what them boys gon' do When them blue boys come through Blue-blue toys at you Pointing them toys at you What the, what them boys gon' do When them blue boys come through Blue-blue toys at you Pointing them toys at you two, what it do, representing Boyz N Blue We gon' shut the game down, when these young niggaz through And that's true can't stop to the motherfucking top Boss Hogg Outlawz, number one without bop It's C-wiggity-whoadie-weezy-ward I could get ya drank and weed, soft to hard I'm known off that Yellowstone, Boulevard Even though I'm out on bond, I'm dranked out for the 'nard It's P to the motherfucking J, what you say Spit flows pimp hoes, jack niggaz move yay H-Town Houston Texas, Northside's where I lay Rap hustling motherfucker, hell, no I don't play What the, what them boys gon' do When them blue boys come through Blue-blue toys at you Pointing them toys at you What the, what them boys gon' do When them blue boys come through Blue-blue toys at you Pointing them toys at you What the, what them boys gon' do When them blue boys come through Blue-blue toys at you Pointing them toys at you What the, what them boys gon' do When them blue boys come through Blue-blue toys at you Pointing them toys at you Break a hoe down, like a ki or a pound Me, I'm pimping, niggaz simping, man these boys out of line Trunk open top down, swanging 4's showing surround Make a hater go blind, once he see that blue line It's some new sheriffs in town, look at the badges on the necklace You boys best respect it or it'll get hectic So I suggest, that you chill with that plex shit 'Cause you don't wanna be behind the barrel, when you see the tech spit Killa got the heat, C-Ward behind the wheel Sir blazing up the dro, P load the steel We stay ready strapped up, nigga for the cause You don't want it with them Boss Hogg Outlawz What the, what them boys gon' do When them blue boys come through Blue-blue toys at you Pointing them toys at you What the, what them boys gon' do When them blue boys come through Blue-blue toys at you Pointing them toys at you What the, what them boys gon' do When them blue boys come through Blue-blue toys at you Pointing them toys at you What the, what them boys gon' do When them blue boys come through Blue-blue toys at you Pointing them toys at you
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