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Credits

PERFORMING ARTISTS
Slim Thug
Slim Thug
Performer
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Stayve Thomas
Stayve Thomas
Composer
General Johnson
General Johnson
Composer
Barney Perkins
Barney Perkins
Composer
Gregg Perry
Gregg Perry
Composer
Leroy Williams
Leroy Williams
Composer
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Mr. Lee
Mr. Lee
Producer
Mr. Rogers
Mr. Rogers
Recording Engineer
Bob Brown
Bob Brown
Mixing Engineer

Lyrics

(*talking*) Yeah, it's finally here motherfuckers Long-awaited, anticipated debut album From the Dirty South motherfucking Boss, Slim Thugger Through all the years, with no motherfucking deal Through the bootleg shit Here it is nigga, I'm already platinum (Slim Thug) Yeah you bootleggers can't stop me, other rappers can't top me They both try hard to copy, but artwork still sloppy You not me, I'm the real deal Boss of the city still Regardless if I sell a hundred thousand, or I sell a mill I'm already platinum, already paid With eight cars a big house, that's already laid Was already made, before the major deal I pulled a Bentley off the lot, and felt how that feel I turned corners through the hood, behind my Phantom wheel And you can find me in the hood, on chill still Majors must of got tired, of hearing me say fuck a deal Cause they put some'ing in my pocket, made a nigga chill Then shit changed mayn, it's a new game mayn Got with Pharrell, now I'm getting for real fame mayn They asking questions, like why the hell he did this And my reply, is get the fuck out of my business Bitch I'm the Boss, cause I do what I choose I refuse to lose, you niggaz got a nigga confused Get off my dick, and quit trying to dictate my moves I'm still climbing higher and higher, my grind on cruise Keep your opinions to yourself, and don't speak on mine You ain't gon catch no fish, trying to watch my line Just lay back put your locs on, and watch me shine I drove this car this far, don't try to stop me now And it don't matter if a nigga, go platinum or gold I'm still good in the hood, how I got it befo' Hooked up with Star Trak, then went got it some mo' Now the FED's can't tell, what I got on my load (*talking*) Houston, we have a motherfucking problem The Boss has arrived, and I don't give a fuck where you look in the world You ain't gon find a nigga, who done it like me Without a motherfucking deal All these fake niggaz misrepresenting the H, you gotta move around All haters getting straightened out, and starched the fuck down (already platinum)
Writer(s): Stayve Thomas, Leroy Williams, Gregory S. Perry, General N. Johnson, Barney Perkins Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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