(*talking*) Yeah, finally here motherfuckers Long-awaited, anticipated debut From the South motherfucking Boss, Slim Thugger all the years, with no motherfucking deal Through the bootleg it is nigga, I'm already platinum
(Slim Thug) Yeah you bootleggers can't stop me, rappers can't top me They both try hard to copy, but still sloppy You not me, I'm the real deal Boss of the still Regardless if I a hundred thousand, or I sell a mill I'm platinum, already paid With eight cars a big house, that's laid Was made, before the major deal I pulled a Bentley off the lot, and how that feel I turned corners through the hood, behind my Phantom 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 shit mayn, it's a new game mayn Got with Pharrell, now I'm getting for real mayn They asking questions, like why the 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 opinions to yourself, and don't speak on mine You gon catch no fish, trying to watch my line Just lay put your locs on, and watch me shine I drove this car far, don't try to stop me now And it don't matter if a nigga, go or gold I'm good in the hood, how I got it befo' Hooked up with Star Trak, then went got it mo' Now the FED's tell, what I got on my load
(*talking*) Houston, we a motherfucking problem The has arrived, and I don't give a fuck where you look in the world You gon find a nigga, who done it like me Without a deal All these fake niggaz misrepresenting the H, you gotta around All haters getting straightened out, and starched the fuck (already platinum)