Presidential Flow

[talking:]

G'eah Slim Thugger, Killa Kyleon, C. Ward

PJ, Daily, we the Boyz N Blue

[Slim Thug:]

Yeah we stacking that green, naw I mean

Big Boss, and that Outlaw team

Pulling up clean, blue with the screens

Niggaz ain't seen, another crew this mean

Take it back to the North, back with the Boss

Been wrecking decks, since back at the House

Haters disrespect, getting smacked in the mouth

Niggaz play hard, but they acting they soft

How we ride, with the steel

Fuck with us, and you gon get killed

From the land of the trill, yeah we represent the Tex

Don't bar plex, come playing get checked

Get your hoe ass wrecked, trying to bring it to the Boss

I'll get your ass done, it don't matter what it cost

We floss that blue, do it for the crew

Old school Caddy, or the new slabs too

Paul Wall what it do, Who Mike Jones

Boys mad at us, cause we getting our shine on

Put it in they face, put em in they place

Gotta let em know, who the leaders of the race

Boss Hogg Outlawz, stacking that change

Jackers be aware, we packing that thang

Run your ass up, and I'ma rat-a-tat mayn

I ain't playing no games, I'ma aim for the brain

[PJ:]

It's PJ, the Rap Hustler

Going off, on these player hating suckers

I'm from the Nawf, side of town

Boys bout it over here, we on the grind

I came up, it feel good

Ain't a damn thang changed, I'm still hood

Boss Hogg, Outlawz

Fake niggaz, put your back against the wall

Doing shows, pimping hoes

Pulling out, on a glass set of 4's

What we ride, that blue

What we bang, that Screw

Big piece, full of ice

Boyz N Blue, nothing nice

I go off, I go hard

It's whatever, I don't bar

[Sir Daily:]

Here come Daily, in that wide frame thang

Sliding down the block, with a fine dime mayn

Times ain't changed, so these chickens still clocking dollas

But I tell em what I'm bout, hit the twat and holla

I'm a Boss Hogg nigga, we all of that

One hitter quitter nigga, who don't call em back

And when they see me, they be like Daily you wrong for that

Cause he don't speak, he just say move along get back

That's my team, on the scene

On glass, with the screens looking mean

On dro, with the lean

Boss Hogg Outlawz, the number one team

[Chris Ward:]

I'm C-Wiggy, my flow be jiggy

These niggaz mad at me, just because they girls dig me

I got so many clothes, I dress fresher than most hoes

So many shoes, I give Michael Jordan the blues

So many furs, some his and some her's

I do what I does, cause I does what I do

I pop tags like trunks, on slabs

Peel back tops, like unhealed scabs

Throwing up the deuce, and giving real niggaz daps

If haters run up, then them punks can catch jabs

(C. Ward you so ghetto), my nigga that's the truth

(and why's that hole in your car), my nigga that's the roof

(and why my ears keep bleeding), my nigga that's them speakers

(why you got mirrors on your tires), my nigga that's them sneakers

(and why your car look like a serpent), my nigga that's the paint

(and why's it foggy inside), my nigga that's that stank

You see these major labels, want me worse than the FED's

Cause my flows feed niggaz, like jail house spreads

These hoes call me Simon, cause they do what I says

Plus I got my money long, like Jamaican dreads

I'm Chris Wizzard, I go so hizzard

Stay away from phonies fakers, haters and frizzauds

Rappers mad at me, cause my flow is like a retard

But really I think, it's cause I done cut up they brizzoads

[Kyleon:]

I'm MVP, Kyleon the one

It's Outlaw season, Kyleon Lebron

Badge on my neck, just shining like the sun

Put the heat to the sheet, and cook a beat till it's done

I get paid when I rap, this not a freestyle bro

I got a paid style, not a freestyle flow

Ten thee for the show, fifteen for the flow

And another fifteen, if you wanna sco' blow

I got bills got drank, and a connect on the dro

That's why the diamond chain, look like a neck full of snow

In a wide body Lac, and I'm next to your hoe

With her head in my lap, and she pecking me slow

Got the pop trunk glowing, and the bumper kit huh

Ice pack on my wrist, like a nigga shit's sprung

Bout to call lost and found, cause my top missing

I done made it disappear, just like a magician Killa