Boyz-n-blue Lyrics - Singles - Boss Hogg Outlawz

Boyz-N-Blue, straight at you 

Now tell me, what are you gonna do 

Now tell me, what are you gonna do 

When we come at you? 

I break the microphone with ease, it's a gift to me 

I treat the track like a pigeon, just pimp the beat 

Daily sounds banging loud like a symphony 

You fake niggaz trying to mack, it's just sense to me 

I'ma keep it on the real 'bout this hogging life 

Everyday we chasing scrill, trying to ball for life 

Keep the money on my mind, number one all time 

Other dummies gonna wine when we come out shining 

It's plain and simple, I'ma get this do' 

Kick a nigga in his face like I kick his do' 

Spit a nigga in the face, like I spit this flow 

Daily riding solo, known for spending his do' 

I'ma hit this hoe then change locations 

'Cause I'm hungry for the green, so I stays impatient 

Green light on the mic, I'ma change the nation 

Sir Daily on the mic, so don't change the station 

Boyz-N-Blue, straight at you 

Now tell me, what are you gonna do 

Now tell me, what are you gonna do 

When we come at you? 

Killa nice with his hands like Vince Dasene 

Keep a semi with a light, that's named Prince Hakim 

Get more respect than a king, and a prince you seen 

I heard you nice with the mic, gotta convince my team 

I wreck every beat I'm on, 'cause it's my duty, mayn 

Make a hit and don't say shit like Putie Tang 

I can hit a chick and don't pay shit, it's big pimping 

Rock and handcuffing or saving a trick, you big sissy 

So pay me what you owe me on the block 

I put this part up to your Cavaliers 

I'm like Kobe with the glock 

Or Obi One Kinobi with the glock 

'Cause I put the beam to your head 

And rob you niggaz blind 

When you blink and your bread in 

Have you niggaz hollering and scream 

When you scared in a hospital bed 

And you dream that you dead but you're not 

Get you shot glock, shot when it's popped 

Then it's cocked and unlocked from the top 

Boyz-N-Blue, straight at you 

Now tell me, what are you gonna do 

Now tell me, what are you gonna do 

When we come at you? 

It's grind time, I'm feeling like this is my prime 

I got a lot of shit on my mind when I put it down 

I'm trying to put seven circles behind my dolla signs 

And push a drop top, that's hand designed 

With a B on the behind, floss like a boss 

Valet park it, run up my penthouse 

I'm hungry, tired of being starving Marvin 

Had to hit Interscope and tell Jimmy let's bargain 

The Dirty South Arching, belong to us 

It's us Boyz-N-Blue, leaving boys in dust 

In God we trust, 'cause He down with us 

My whole team supreme, hot boys sped up 

Slim Thugger, the Slim Thug that I am so gangsta 

'Cause that's how my brain was programmed 

It's the Boss, niggaz best respect my fam 

Or catch bullets in they flesh, till my Tech 9 jam 

Boyz-N-Blue, straight at you 

Now tell me, what are you gonna do 

Now tell me, what are you gonna do 

When we come at you?