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Problem Wit Dat

by Slim Thug

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[Talking] Bitch, I know you see us Boss Hogg Outlawz, we run the motherfucking streets H-Town Texas, you know I'm saying We got the mo'fucking city on lock mayn If a nigga got a problem with that, meet me outside mayn ha [Hook] I'm the Dirty South Boss, you got a problem with that Them Outlawz run the Nawf, you got a problem with that We do the blue when we floss, you got a problem with that And we'll knock your head off, who got a problem with that B.H.O. run the streets, you got a problem with that We overloaded with heat, you got a problem with that We put fire to the beat, you got a problem with that It's them Hoggs time to eat, who got a problem with that [Slim Thug] Bitch niggaz bow down, when the Boss come around 'Fore I pop the fo' pound, and leave your head on the ground We run the motherfucking town, you don't like it do some'ing And you pussies just bumping, y'all ain't tal'n bout nothing I got the F in cock, and the bitch ain't on safety For you haters that hate me, go on 'head and make me Unload the whole clip, 'fore I let a nigga take me Mad cause your bitch trash ass, wanna date me Ol' pussy ass nigga, you got bitch in your blood My heart pump thug, I'll drop you in the club On sight take your life, we can do the shit tonight We could pull out the guns, or we could pick a square and fight nigga [Hook] [Slim Thug] You don't want no problems, you don't want no drama I send them gunners in a Hummer, you won't even see the summer I'ma pray for your mama, but her son gotta go But her son was a hoe, so my gun gotta blow Farewell, I'll see your pussy ass down in hell Next day post bail, bitch I'm back up out of jail They can't keep me in a cell, cause my money too long Go to trial beat the case, cause my money too strong OJ Simpson, you don't want it with me pimping I'll stop pop the clip in, start pop until you dripping Mayn you sucker niggaz tripping, Boss Hogg got it locked You got a problem with that, I'll bring it to your block nigga [Hook] [Slim Thug] You can't see me nigga, you can't be me nigga You can buy till you broke, you can't beat me nigga You can't buy real niggaz, real niggaz get raised And fuck being broke, real niggaz get paid I don't break under pressure, real niggaz stay brave And stay chose by hoes, cause real niggaz got it made I'm a H-Town nigga, stay down nigga You small time, I'm a heavyweight pound nigga Don't hate clown nigga, I got cake now nigga While you sleep, them Hoggs still awake clown nigga On great pine niggaz, working late clown nigga I'm feeling you great, you better get it shape round nigga [Hook]

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