Swished Intro - E.S.G., Slim Thug

Here we come here we come, here we come through the do'

Here we come here we come, they can’t stop us no mo'

Two thugs bout to explode, dropping low

We the shit huh, somebody blunt you come on

I’m nineteen on 20's, every time I floss

I’m nineteen in the clean, quarter million dollar house

I hit the club and pour mo', like the drank don’t cost

Got smart left the House, just so I could be boss

I wasn’t hating I just know, I can do what Watts do

Probably not dropping screwed, but I can lead my own crew

Sign a contract with who, for what, and why

I wanna be a CEO, and I got enough cash to try

If I fail oh well, I’m still gon make mail

Cause tapes, CD’s and LP’s, ain’t the only thing that sell

When niggas capping I don’t shut up, I can add to that

Not Lil Troy but Slim Thug, gon stay sitting fat

I’m a underground Hogg, you better ask somebody

I’m a young Hogg that ball, you better ask somebody

When its time to get my grind on, I grind

But when its time to get my shine on, I shine

Now who really the best, since Pac ain’t here

Must be E.S.G., so when I drop this year

Now Lil D I bring fear, and my drop sitting low

I’m on my twins on swoll, like Scottie Pippen hoes

While we stepping on some toes, we keep the contract

Don’t give a damn where I’m at, I can tote a label on my back

Somebody say we too young, to do our own thang

Ain’t no ways to get paid, we bout to raise some hair mayn

Hey the world swanging man, I’m a bad actor dog

This year I’m a Boss Hogg, better check my catalog

Went gold with Master P, on Down South Hustlers

Two hundred thousand independent, Sailing the South little busta

Up to the park what’s crunk, I was Shining and Grinding

Dirty Third, sitting emcees got no need for reminding

Who’s the man, cause this is my year cuz

Can’t get with it, better get some bullet proof filled blood

From Texas to Louisiana

We got 'em jumping to this

Smell like somebody lost they manners

Oh that suck, we the shit

You wanna know if we rich

Girl you see these clothes

We two young Presidents

Ha, we CEO’s

Ten G’s a show

In every city we go

They hopping like some 6−4's

When we step in the do'

Now what you pay for kilos

They pay for these flows

You want a Staff track

You better add some zero’s

Can’t get it

You can’t have it

You can' touch it, I know you love it

But it ain’t up in your budget

In the eye of the public

Me and E, the main subject

Boss Hogg Outlaws

About to get rough and rugged

Your mouth, you better shut it

Y’all ain’t ready for us

E.S.G.

and Slim Thug

We like Startsky and Hutch

Five mics ain’t enough

Cause we platinum plus

Seven figgas is a must

If you fucking with us