[PJ:] PJ game over, got my mind on a Rover I'm a Boss Hogg soldier, getting colder and colder No syrup in my soda, man I gotta stay sober It's my time to blow up, act bad and show up Slim Thugger the Boss, Rayface the Don I'm a 7-90 repper, trying to stack up my funds We the Boyz N Blue, who the fuck are you Pussy cake fake niggaz, can't compete with my crew When we hit the parking lot, everything looking good From the candy to the chrome, from the leather to the wood Northside my hood, nigga I ain't plexing Got homies on the Southside, collecting and wrecking We be strutting and cutting, 84's and buttons Running with some made niggaz, I ain't wanting for nothing I done paid my dues, I refuse to lose I'm a dark slim nigga, taper fade tattoos Microphones I abuse, go spread the news Young wild motherfucker, bitch I do what I choose Steady climbing the ladder, squashing all the chatter Boy that broad that you with, I done already had her And it really don't matter, if she black or she red If she hop in my whip, she gon give me some head From H-Town to New Orleans, got hoes galore Bang so many dime pieces, man my dick head's sore Time to stack up my ends, keep setting my trends In that Maybach Benz, with two Fillipene twins Desert eagle in my lap, I ain't taking no loss Run up on my whip, and get your head blowed off I'm a gangsta, young thug nigga And yo I don't play, when it comes to my scrilla Let me tell you this, better stay in line hoe Fuck with PJ, I put a tag on your toe Down for the robbing, nigga straight mobbing Spit the type of shit, that keep your fucking head bobbing Live a G life, feeling real nice If I do it once, then I can do it twice Cold like ice, I'm rolling with the best Bay with the zets, what's with the cres' PJ bitch, I represent for the cause Game on lock, Boss Hogg Outlawz 7-90 click niggaTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
