The Intro Lyrics - Already Platinum - Slim Thug

(*talking*) 

Yeah, it's finally here motherfuckers 

Long-awaited, anticipated debut album 

From the Dirty South motherfucking Boss, Slim Thugger 

Through all the years, with no motherfucking deal 

Through the bootleg shit 

Here it is nigga, I'm already platinum 

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(Slim Thug) 

Yeah you bootleggers can't stop me, other rappers can't top me 

They both try hard to copy, but artwork still sloppy 

You not me, I'm the real deal Boss of the city still 

Regardless if I sell a hundred thousand, or I sell a mill 

I'm already platinum, already paid 

With eight cars a big house, that's already laid 

Was already made, before the major deal 

I pulled a Bentley off the lot, and felt how that feel 

I turned corners through the hood, behind my Phantom wheel 

And you can find me in the hood, on chill still 

Majors must of got tired, of hearing me say fuck a deal 

Cause they put some'ing in my pocket, made a nigga chill 

Then shit changed mayn, it's a new game mayn 

Got with Pharrell, now I'm getting for real fame mayn 

They asking questions, like why the hell he did this 

And my reply, is get the fuck out of my business 

Bitch I'm the Boss, cause I do what I choose 

I refuse to lose, you niggaz got a nigga confused 

Get off my dick, and quit trying to dictate my moves 

I'm still climbing higher and higher, my grind on cruise 

Keep your opinions to yourself, and don't speak on mine 

You ain't gon catch no fish, trying to watch my line 

Just lay back put your locs on, and watch me shine 

I drove this car this far, don't try to stop me now 

And it don't matter if a nigga, go platinum or gold 

I'm still good in the hood, how I got it befo' 

Hooked up with Star Trak, then went got it some mo' 

Now the FED's can't tell, what I got on my load 

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(*talking*) 

Houston, we have a motherfucking problem 

The Boss has arrived, and I don't give a fuck where you look in the world 

You ain't gon find a nigga, who done it like me 

Without a motherfucking deal 

All these fake niggaz misrepresenting the H, you gotta move around 

All haters getting straightened out, and starched the fuck down (already platinum)