(*talking*) Yeah, finally here motherfuckers Long-awaited, anticipated debut the Dirty South motherfucking Boss, Slim Thugger Through all the years, no motherfucking deal the bootleg shit Here it is nigga, I'm platinum
(Slim Thug) Yeah you bootleggers stop me, other rappers can't top me They both try hard to copy, but still sloppy You not me, I'm the real Boss of the city still Regardless if I sell a thousand, or I sell a mill I'm already platinum, paid With eight cars a big house, that's laid Was already made, before the deal I a Bentley off the lot, and felt how that feel I corners through the hood, behind my Phantom wheel And you can find me in the hood, on still must of got tired, of hearing me say fuck a deal Cause put some'ing in my pocket, made a nigga chill Then changed mayn, it's a new game mayn Got Pharrell, now I'm getting for real fame mayn They asking questions, why the hell he did this And my reply, is get the fuck out of my Bitch I'm the Boss, cause I do what I I refuse to lose, you niggaz got a nigga Get off my dick, and quit to dictate my moves I'm still climbing and higher, my grind on cruise Keep your opinions to yourself, and don't on mine You ain't gon catch no fish, trying to my line lay back put your locs on, and watch me shine I drove this car this far, don't try to me now And it don't if a nigga, go platinum or gold I'm still good in the hood, how I got it Hooked up with Star Trak, went got it some mo' Now the FED's can't tell, I got on my load
(*talking*) Houston, we have a problem The Boss has arrived, and I don't give a fuck where you in the world You ain't gon find a nigga, who done it me a motherfucking deal All these fake misrepresenting the H, you gotta move around All haters getting straightened out, and starched the fuck (already platinum)