(feat. Snoop Dogg, Pharrell and The Game)



[Verse 1: Slim Thug]

Yea! Slim Thugga!

(Snooooooooooooop!)

(Southern Smoke!)

Bows hot got low!

I keep it so gangster mayne

And we gonna keep it gangsta to

Slim thug on flo

Turn it up another notch

Bows and the hoes drop it like its hot

Cuz its drop looking good and his trunk got knocked

Gotta be up in the tint

Same be up on the watch

Slim thug on the flo turn it up another notch

Cuz I'm back in your ear nigga back on the block

Bows two

Bout to drop so I am back at the top

Star trek connected boys must respect it

Star trek connected boys must respect it

Star trek connected boys must respect it

Two thousand five its about to get hected

Hold it up like you need to be done

I do it for the green you just do it for the bun

Cuz that bullshit just tane I aint payin ya none

Im at the astros playhouse ballay with bun (b)

Here I come here I come but name aint

Back back let me show you how to do this son!

I come row everytime I come

He three, you two, Slim thug numba one

Ain't shit changed but the time

Fuck what you heard cuz the city's still mine

I'm started in the game putting boyz on the pond

You can tell by them candy blue toys how they shine

While you was in yo studio in your “so called grind”

I was cutting big butt sluts from behind

I quick with the the rhymes

I gotta play that free time

Cuz I way Up ahead and u way back behind



[Verse 2: Pharrell]

Uh! I'm a nice dude, with some nice dreams

See these ice cubes, see these Ice Creams?

Eligible bachelor, million dollar boat

That's whiter than what's spilling down your throat

The Phantom, exterior like fish eggs

The interior like suicide wrist red

I can excercise you, this can be your Phys. Ed

Cheat on your man ma, that's how you get ahizzead



(Southern Smoke!)



[Verse 3: The Game]

Look at ya cam fo

Candy Paint six-fo twenty inch rims

Twenty-two on my boot

Twenty-Four on the rova

Im under twenty-six year the boy taken ova

Got rock on my wrist 

Can't forget about Hova

Tupac in the wet valid of a dang soldier

If I go out tomorrow I'm leavin with guns smoking

I never bury a G without air-one zonum

Custon kick rocka

Doug kicked poppa

Yea we want easy and we loved big paca

So much he the sees

Every wigga in NY rockin Jesus piece

In the city of angels I will bang and angle you

You like are-a-bea with pass the same for you

Nah homie I ain't talking bout mace

I'm talking about a closed coffee cup blow off your face!



[Verse 4: Snoop Dogg]

I'm a gangsta, but y'all knew that

Da Big Bo$$ Dogg, yeah I had to do that

I keep a blue flag hanging out my backside

But only on the left side, yeah that's the Crip side

Ain't no other way to play the game the way I play

I cut so much you thought I was a DJ

[scratches:] "two!" - "one!" - "yep, three!"

S-N double O-P, D-O double G

I can't fake it, just break it, and when I take it

See I specialize in making all the girls get naked

So bring your friends, all of y'all come inside

We got a world premiere right here, now get live!

So don't change the dizzle, turn it up a little

I got a living room full of fine dime brizzles

Waiting on the Pizzle, the Dizzle and the Shizzle

G's to the bizzack, now ladies here we gizzo



[Hook:]

When the pimp's in the crib ma

Drop it like it's hot

Drop it like it's hot

Drop it like it's hot

When the pigs try to get at ya

Park it like it's hot

Park it like it's hot

Park it like it's hot

And if a nigga get a attitude

Pop it like it's hot

Pop it like it's hot

Pop it like it's hot

I got the rolly on my arm and I'm pouring Chandon

And I roll the best weed cause I got it going on



Snooooooooooop..

Snooooooooooop..



[Overlapping:]

Killa calling yo

Bows how? Got low

And you I'm repen H' time

Dead end to the fullest

And I'm leetin yall know yo listenin to the numba one DJ in the muthafuckin south

Dj Smiles

We doin it big baby

That's right