Outta Control Flow - Boss Hogg Outlawz

Uh Boss Hogg Outlawz

It's Outlaw season baby Boyz N Blue uh

Here to serve and collect

You know what I'm saying

Uh what PJ check it out what what

What's up motherf**kers

How you doing how you feel

It's Outlaw season

And we hunting for scrill

What's up motherf**kers

How you doing how you feel

It's Outlaw season

And we hunting for scrill

What's up motherf**kers

How you doing how you feel

It's Outlaw season

And we hunting for scrill

On the corner posted up

Boys gangbanging

Got my block on lock

Big chain hanging

I get love from the hoes

Much respect from the G's

Killing all snitches

Cause these rats copping pleas

Say I roll solo

But I can call up a mob

If the price right ni**a

I'll take up the job

PJ the young ni**a

That don't sleep

On a late night creep

With a young freak

Say I chill all day

Run the streets all night

I'm strapped up ready

Everything's alright

Hold up wait a minute

Let me hit the dro

B**ch recognize a hog

When I hit the do'

You can cry get mad

But I'm not leaving

Move around suckers

It's Outlaw season what

Ni**a pass the dutch

Daily in the do'

Got cash to touch

Bentley Sprewells

I'm mash the clutch

Chick in my whip

I'm mash the slut

Ni**a crash for what no sir

I'm steal the road

Never be sober

I'm still be blowed

If it stay summer time

I'll still be cold

You broke niggaz

Don't feel me though

I'm stay on my note

From my wrist to my ring

To the chain on my throat

Ni**a get paid

For everything that he spoke

Daily on top

You insane to provoke

All you lames is a joke

I get change while you broke

Fold out six

In a Range blowing smoke

Yes sir inhale that cuz

Ni**a hit the w**d

What the hell that was

That hydro bud

Can I buy some cuz

Not from me I don't sell

I only smoke to get high as can be

But I can spare a little that you can clutch

So when you see me in them streets

Ni**a pass the dutch

Ni**a Pass the dutch

Daily in the do' got cash to touch

Killa Ni**a aches

I pull up looking good

With the woman on the hood

Top dropping fifth falling

Hand fondling the wood

Trunk beating up the block

Like child abuse

Kyle's the truth

I hang with the wildest group

Boss Hogg Outlawz

That's my gangsta team

Reclining the butter back

That's a gangsta lean

Hell yeah this gangsta bling

You know the boy glistening

Watch chain and ring

Act like they auditioning

I got cookies in the oven

Plus pies for sale

And a sixteen

Boys know I'm live as hell

Coming behind me on a track

Is like riding a whale

You know that ain't happening

Just quit rapping and

Come to H-Town

Ask bout me

Bet they tell you

Ain't a damn thang whack bout me

And you gon get mo' heat

Than Shake about me

Flows d**e

Like I'm spitting cooked crack about me

On the real

Who you know flow better than I

Don't say yourself

Cause I'll spray this lead in your eye

I treat money like lettuce shredded

Then wet it to dry

C-Wiggity-Whoadie-Weez

Is one hell of a guy

Boys fall off giving up

Not knowing it's better to try

But sit around like the money

Gon fall dead from the sky

We make the rules in these streets

And it's best you comply

Or get layed down face down

Left stretched out to die

See we X'ing haters out ni**a

One by one

Then throwing away the hot heaters ni**a

Gun by gun

See I'm a gangsta

No not a Blood or a Crip

But I keep slugs in a clip

That'll plug up your whip

I got a connect from Cali

That send me jugs of that dip

And I love the block

So catch me hugged up with the strip

Still I got nice prices

On jugs of that sip

You can call me Chris Wizzard

Or C-W

Now let's cap stack for stack

Car for car

Let's rap track for track

Bar for bar

Let's go battle for battle

War for war

Better yet bruise for bruise

Scar for scar ni**a

Tell the truth

You don't wanna compete

Got one on my hip

One in the stash and one under the seat