(*talking*)
Yo, you done tuned into radio Boss Hogg Corleone
Yeah that's right, Miggity Mike D and I'm back
Yeah 60 days out the Penn, putting it on you niggas shoulders
Like it go you know I'm saying, My Gift to the World
My Gift to the World, from the Don Corleone is to bless you
With all the greatest hits I done been on, you know I'm saying
Skeet taste you, for that Hoggin Da Game come out
Cause I'm fin to put it in your face, Corleone Family Entertainment
Baby, we fin to take over this thang for the 2 triple 0-4 you smell me
[Hook - 2x]
Swing down, sweet chariots let me ride
Coming down slow, on the damn Southside
Swanging on 4's, slamming on do's
Gripping your hoe, that's the way it goes
[Fat Pat]
It's the big sugar daddy, bailing none other
Coming down with blunt, in the red and peanut butter
Naw I didn't stutter, popping trunks surround
Coming down slow, watch a playa what clown
On the Boulevard, yeah my swangas we'll mob
I'm coming down the Boulevard, swanging on them hard
Me and C.B., got the T.V. on
Got my Glock in my lap, riding till dawn
Man it's all goody, hit the parking lot
Pop trunk red neon, it don't stop
Watching hoes bop, cause we on that glass
C.B. crawling, yeah I got on my mask
With my Sacci looks, ready to let my pistol smoke
Cause up in the C, and I'm gone off that dope
Leaning on the drank, so what you think
I got my hand on my Glock, plus I got my shank
Yo, you done tuned into radio Boss Hogg Corleone
Yeah that's right, Miggity Mike D and I'm back
Yeah 60 days out the Penn, putting it on you niggas shoulders
Like it go you know I'm saying, My Gift to the World
My Gift to the World, from the Don Corleone is to bless you
With all the greatest hits I done been on, you know I'm saying
Skeet taste you, for that Hoggin Da Game come out
Cause I'm fin to put it in your face, Corleone Family Entertainment
Baby, we fin to take over this thang for the 2 triple 0-4 you smell me
[Hook - 2x]
Swing down, sweet chariots let me ride
Coming down slow, on the damn Southside
Swanging on 4's, slamming on do's
Gripping your hoe, that's the way it goes
[Fat Pat]
It's the big sugar daddy, bailing none other
Coming down with blunt, in the red and peanut butter
Naw I didn't stutter, popping trunks surround
Coming down slow, watch a playa what clown
On the Boulevard, yeah my swangas we'll mob
I'm coming down the Boulevard, swanging on them hard
Me and C.B., got the T.V. on
Got my Glock in my lap, riding till dawn
Man it's all goody, hit the parking lot
Pop trunk red neon, it don't stop
Watching hoes bop, cause we on that glass
C.B. crawling, yeah I got on my mask
With my Sacci looks, ready to let my pistol smoke
Cause up in the C, and I'm gone off that dope
Leaning on the drank, so what you think
I got my hand on my Glock, plus I got my shank
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