Lyrics:
[Slim Thug]
Guess who's back again, here to wreck the track again
I split flames, and leave haters blacker than a African
Guess who's back again,
Its not for fun fun fun, your life's a wreck wreck wreck
Zero Tolerance, no time for life
You wanna try, me and my knife?
Shh
You don't wanna meet my
Now I'm a weed fiend jettin' to Palmetto
In Medina, yo, no doubt, the God got crazy clout
Pushin' the big joint from down South (uh, uh)
So if you're
to twenty
That's how many wrecks I see there every day
Caused by the girl wearing nothing but a smile
And a towel in the picture on the billboard in the field
to run
Now i'm duckin' from the
Gun yellin': one time-ee
Take your time to feel my record
And if you did
Chill a second, my blind method
Will still wreck
was Steven Seagal
Sometimes I carry a glock and other times an eagle
And my dick's so damn big that shit should be illegal
Went from a fade to a 'fro
he's acting like an artist
It's exactly what he is
Uh, it's just one of them days you rocked the big chain
Summer time no rain, you rocked the big
, business
Make me your mark and I'll take you one by one
I got big boss, big time, business
Make me your mark and I'll take you one by one
Big boss, big
Wake up, wake up, wake up
One, two, one, two
We dedicate this one to the hip-hop culture y'all
Brought to you by the world famous Wake Up Show
get to LAPOINTE 22 winnings what we do
Time to ball off the wall MACKIE cane to calm em down
Big hog 7-1, champ nicky got the crown
Flying around fast
Uh, uh, uh, uh (yuh, hello, be quiet)
Uh, uh
Big bad bitches, big bad, Lil Uzi
Yeah
Uh uh
Uh, uh, uh, uh (yeah)
Uh, uh, uh, uh (yeah)
Uh, uh,
Ooh (yeah, hello, be quiet)
Ooh (Oogie Mane, he killed it)
Ooh (big bad bitches, big bad, Lil Uzi) (I'm working on dying)
(Yeah) ooh
Uh, uh,
Maybe I'm better off dead
I can't pull you from my head
There is nothing new I could say
I'm wreck
Some day you'll fly to the sky
Or burn in hell by
time, and now I'm free
I'm a dope one, ready to rip and wreck shop
I will not stop, I won't be dropped by the cops
I'm bad, understand me with
to drive
We could sit and talk and laugh for hours and hours
And just forget the time passing by
Six cigarettes in a package of eighteen
Said it will
the big old highway?
A7
Rolling down the highway in my Jimmy hauling freight
A7 D
from Chicago to St.
off
Small shit
Big boss
Niggas is serpents
They slimy
They scandalous
You woulda folded like wreck
While I'm fucking off a check
Money pains on my neck
with a neighbour
Freeze the MC's that wanna see thee
By now Naughty By Nature by me
They want me to come and come up faster, that could be arranged
purpose served
By staying aboard this runaway wreck
While you're losing is on the curve
Right there's the door
Don't knock little can't rock he's
purpose served
By staying aboard this runaway wreck
While you're losing is on the curve
Right there's the door
Don't knock little can't rock he's
Tok come wit baguettea
Bout time a nigga hit em with the wreck
Keep poppin off at the mouth and you're next
Conversation out the side of yo neck
You
nickname
Goat cheese running through my big vein
Sticking to the plan ain't shit change
I live by two words: get change
‘Cause getting the bag could really
on from me
So it's fine
I had a really good time
I put my pride aside
And I'm by your side
If I can't lay eyes on you
I'd rather be blind
If you don't lay
my kinsmen
The Yuengling coolin me down from the heat on the streets
Take me back to those times of peace
Let me see those leaves turn a free and kick
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