Dre lyrics
by Slim Thug
(*talking*)
Yeah, hell yeah, wanna f*ck with the Boss huh
Show you b*tch made ass n*ggas
Slim Thugger, Boss Hogg Outlawz
[Slim Thug]
Mr. Buster, where the f*ck you at
Can't box or lick, so you better get your gat
You n*ggas some broads, for f*cking your road dogs
The click you threw up with, label you blew you with
That's why we don't respect your ass
Now it's time for the Boss, to check your ass fool
Use to be homie, use to be my ace
Now I wanna slap the taste, out your mouth
Make you bow down, Lil' Yo
Hating on me, now I'm hating on you lil' ho
Oh don't think I forgot, let J-Dog slide
Let Capo ride, just another homicide
Calling me, begging for cash
Dopefiend ass n*gga, I get dead in your ass
You should of stayed down, and got paid for verses
But now he ol' broke, bank snatching purses
Stealing cell phone, plumbing for money
You ain't no real G, you's a crash dummy
Talking that killa sh*t, b*tch do what you do
You f*cked with me, now it's a must that I f*ck with you