Boss Hogg Outlawz - Freestyle (Track 14) Lyrics

[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 f*ck 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 motherf*cker, 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
F*ck with PJ, I put a tag on your toe
Down for the robbing, nigga straight mobbing
Spit the type of shit, that keep your f*cking 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 nigga