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Already Platinum, Slim Thug
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Release date:

2005

 
Duration: 62:22  
Size, Mb: 87,86  
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208

 
Price for album: 1.28 (discount 20%)  

 
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1
The Intro Lyrics 02:24 208 3,55 0.10
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Like A Boss Lyrics
Fuck that nigga Slim! You the motherfucking boss!

I call shots - like a boss
Stack knots - like a boss
Cop drops - like a boss
On top - like a boss
Paid Tha Cost - like Tha Bo$$
When I floss - like a boss
Big house - like a boss
Rep the North - like a boss
Who the boss nigga? Who the motherfucking boss?
Who the boss nigga? Who the motherfucking boss?
Who the boss nigga? Who the motherfucking boss?
Who the boss nigga? You see the motherfucking boss!

I'm Slim Thugger motherfucker! Tha Boss of all bosses
That's right! AKA - he who the King of the North is!
Wars won, no losses; who wanna compete?
With the chief of the police, who got the keys to the streets
I'm a full time hustler, part-time rhymer
I'm having thangs Pha-real You punks ain't no Grinders
You fools just went to school and learned to use Pro Tools?
And tried to copy ya G moves off the ten o'clock news
You can't survive in my shoes or afford to pay my dues
Wit your cartoon crews, you niggaz destined to lose!
I rock Eminem and 50 Cent crowds
And spend most of my weekends cruising above clouds
From the West to the Southway to the East Coast
I switch time zones more than ho's switch clothes
I was born to be on top (top), born to call shots (shots)
Born to cop drops and trick off fats knots, like a boss!

I call shots - like a boss
Stack knots - like a boss
Cop drops - like a boss
On top - like a boss
Paid Tha Cost - like Tha Bo$$
When I floss - like a boss
Big house - like a boss
Rep the North - like a boss
Who the boss nigga? Who the motherfucking boss?
Who the boss nigga? Who the motherfucking boss?
Who the boss nigga? Who the motherfucking boss?
Who the boss nigga? You see the motherfucking boss!

Call me Sarge, I'm the head nigga in charge
You see the B on the 'Nage parked in the garage?
I'm the coach, I wrote them plays for my team
Hah! I'm the mastermind behind these teams wit green
I call all the shots, provide all the knots
Supply all the rocks and sponsor all the spots
I stay on the top floor, got the executive suite
Sit in the corner chair where me and my niggaz meet
Sport the Presendential Rolly, got a driver that drive
I don't open doors no more, he do it from outside
At the club, they lock off V.I.P. for me
And send bottle after bottle to my section for free
Hah! You see this rock hanging on my pinkie ring?
I'm respected in these streets, they treat me like a King
I get accepted like family, your house is my house
I guess that's why they call me - Slim Thug Tha Boss!

I call shots - like a boss
Stack knots - like a boss
Cop drops - like a boss
On top - like a boss
Paid Tha Cost - like Tha Bo$$
When I floss - like a boss
Big house - like a boss
Rep the North - like a boss
Who the boss nigga? Who the motherfucking boss?
Who the boss nigga? Who the motherfucking boss?
Who the boss nigga? Who the motherfucking boss?
Who the boss nigga? You see the motherfucking boss!

I call shots - like a boss
Stack knots - like a boss
Cop drops - like a boss
On top - like a boss
Paid Tha Cost - like Tha Bo$$
When I floss - like a boss
Big house - like a boss
Rep the North - like a boss
Who the boss nigga? Who the motherfucking boss?
Who the boss nigga? Who the motherfucking boss?
Who the boss nigga? Who the motherfucking boss?
Who the boss nigga? You see the motherfucking boss!

Fuck that! Y'all niggaz talking shit?!
Y'all come to the Northside
And see who the motherfucking boss is.. Slim Thug!!!
03:18 192 4,43 0.10
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3 Kings (Feat. Bun B & T.I.) Lyrics 04:50 192 6,57 0.10
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Diamonds Lyrics
Diamonds pressing up against the woodgrain wheel (Haa)
When you see a pimp shining bitch tell me how you feel (I got the)
Diamonds pressing up against the woodgrain wheel (Yeah)
When you see a pimp shining bitch tell me how you feel (I got the)
Diamonds pressing up against the woodgrain wheel
When you see a pimp shining bitch tell me how you feel (That's right)
Diamonds pressing up against the woodgrain wheel
When you see a pimp shining bitch tell me how you feel

Now who other than Slim Thugga, still tippin on fo's
wrapped up in gator boe's closing them candy doe's
Drank poe'd music slow how I roll when I'm flossin'
Trunk cracked in the back I'm in my lack big bossin'
I got the diamonds pressin' up against the woodgrain wheel
When you see a playa' shining bitch tell me how you feel
I'm tryin to chill cause pussy niggaz ain't real
Gon' make me drop 'em with the hands or pop 'em with the steel
I'm the dirty south boss them other suckas is clones
Misrepresenting Texas with them weak ass songs
Screens showin' trunk glowin' while I flip through the hood
Big diamonds, shining, blinding, while I'm grippin my wood
I got the..

I got the diamonds pressin' up against the woodgrain wheel
Butter top dropping on the candy Coupe Deville
Cup full of drank man we poppin' pint seals
The candy trunk bangin while I drop the fifth wheel
Riding so low I got my hand up on the steel
Them jackers tryin'a plot I bet the glock'll make 'em chill
I'm straight up outta Texas yeah the land of the trill
When you see a pimp shining bitch tell me how you feel
Had to bring back the foe's made them put away the choppers
Got the candy blue shining while I'm swangin on the boppers
Keep straight through stop signs fuck if the law stop us
Screamin' free Pimp C to the motherfucking coppers
I got the..

Diamonds
03:14 224 4,94 0.10
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Boyz N Blue (Feat. Killa Kyleon, Sir Daily, PJ & Chris Ward) Lyrics 03:47 208 5,24 0.10
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I Ain't Heard Of That (Remix) (Feat. Bun B) Lyrics 03:50 192 5,09 0.10
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Click Clack (Feat. Pusha) Lyrics 03:30 208 5,02 0.10
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Everybody Loves A Pimp Lyrics
Everybody loves a pimp
Sha tapperbacker preach
Everybody loves a pimp
Sha tapperbacker preach
Everybody loves a pimp
The way I talk the way I dress
I keep so clean I'm fresh
(everybody loves a pimp)
The ice I wear the car I drive
(everybody loves a pimp)
The ho's I got they look so fly
(everybody loves a pimp)
When ya pimpish ya pimpin
(everybody loves a pimp)
When ya pimpish ya pimpin
(everybody loves a pimp)

You know tha boss got bitches galore you may have a lot of bitches but he got much more from dkny to the Malibu shores I got a chick in ever city I can
Go on tour and you need a pimp in yo life that is gonna guide you right won't hand cuff you when you tryin' to creep at night I don't sleep at night anymore
But now I don't care I be hibernating call me yogi the bear
I'm a pimp baby that's why I hold my nuts and walk with a limp baby I know you get tired of all this sense
So go and hop on my team and loose your wimp baby

Everybody loves a pimp
Sha sha tapperback preach
Everybody loves a pimp
Sha sha tapperback preach
Everybody loves a pimp
The way I talk the way I dress
Keep so clean I'm fresh
Everybody loves a pimp
The ice I wear the car I drive
Everybody love a pimp
The ho's I got they look so fly
Everybody loves a pimp
When ya pimpish ya pimpin
Everybody loves a pimp
When ya pimpish ya pimpin

Slim ain't wit gettin' drama wit chicks so when my boo turn bitch
Thats my cue to switch you gonna catch me throwin' lics 'cause my feelings involved I just erase 'em out the black book problem solved
Best she learn how to keep her mouth closed I got zero toleration for ho's move to the next one there's plenty of fish in the sea plus there's plenty other
Chicks that dig me I'm a pimp baby that's why I hold my nuts and walk with a limp baby I know you're tired of dealing wit all this sense baby so go on and hop
On my team and loose your wimp baby

I know you sit by alot of suckas my advice is keep it pimpin all you see me with is g's and hustlas still a pimp gonna keep on runnin it
(bitch wheres my money)
I see the game do it cardeyay I still keep my money

Pleaze belive it slim thug

Cant get it eazy
04:19 208 6,29 0.10
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Already Platinum (Feat. Pharrell) Lyrics 04:44 208 6,53 0.10
10
Ashy To Classy Lyrics 03:35 208 5,20 0.10
11
The Interview Lyrics
What's good everybody?
It's your girl Alana D.
Chillin' with my boy the boy slim thug
He's from Texas
Now son you've been doin' it real big for awhile
But please, tell us what's the secret to your success?

I'm a bonafide hustla
Used to have to bust bricks down in half
in order to see the cash
That's in the past
Niggas outta see the stash
Went straight to the bentley
Skilled, the S-class
I was a star before I signed autographs
This the beginning, y'all ain't seen my last
When I call myself a hustla,
I ain't talking about moving rocks
I'm talkin' bout them 9's and them aks and them glocks
When y'all was on the corner
out there runnin' from them cops
I was out there sellin' all them local crack spots
Boyz in blue and we creep deep
Motherfuckin' police
we make the rules in the streets nigga

I feel you
I feel you
Now we talk about the style of Texas
NOw many seem to think cause you got that Texas style
That's gonna limit your success
Tell us what you think about that

I'm an H-town nigga
So FUCK y'all niggas
Got a fo'-fo' thatta buck y'all niggas
Stay out my way
Cause nigga I'm not for play
Ya niggas say you G's
That must mean you niggas gay
He's from H-town
But he don't stay where I stay
I'm from the land of the killers
He don't lay where I lay
So get it right motherfuckers
Don't try to put me in the same shoes as them suckers
There's a real thick line between rhymers and some hustlas
Them niggas ain't no gangstas,
Them niggas is some bustas

Okay talk to 'em
I see you here with all these diamonds, all these chains
You drivin' around in bentley's
But I don't ever see you with any security,
Please, what's the word on that

Pistol grip pump in my lap at all times
They be checkin' other fools, but they ain't checkin' mine
You run up tryin' you gon' be lyin' down dyin'
When you hear that clock clock sound comin' out of the iron
I ain't no fuckin' punk, I suggest you niggas chill
Cause if I pop this trunk, then somebody gon' get killed
This ain't no rap act, my nigga I'm really real
Go on run your ass up, and watch me stop you with the steel
Niggas must be on peel, cause it's evident they
think the boss went soft cause I got a record deal
I do this rap shit cause makin' hits pay my bills
And I could give a fuck what you other suckers feel
For real

Aight yo, keep doin' your thing
We lookin' out for you brother
You got anything else in the works
What can we expect from you in the future?

Boys in blue, comin' soon
02:44 208 3,78 0.10
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Playa You Don't Know Lyrics 04:28 224 6,70 0.10
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Miss Mary Lyrics
I love ya Miss Mary
I love ya Miss Mary
I love ya Miss Mary
This ain't a love song
This a thug song

I'm so in love with you Miss Mary (Miss Mary!)
I can't picture my life without you cause it gets scary (Gets scary!)
When I'm down I need you around in a hurry (In a hurry!)
And calm me down from my hard times and my worries (Miss Mary!)
I'll hold you close to me late at night
Face to face we meet and greet and everythangs iight
Ya nothing less then a dime when you in my sight
And through the dark days you know how to bring the light
I remember the first time I kissed ya
My first experience with love is when I finally hit ya
And I'm a thug but fuck it I ain't gon lie I miss ya
I wanna spend everyday of the rest of my life with ya
We break up to make up but we can't stay apart (No!)
It feel like forever when we spend a day apart (Fa show!)
So begging you to come back as I play my part (Oh!)
It's a shame how you just had your way with my heart
I love ya Miss Mary

And when we out in crowds, I still hold you like im proud
You make me feel like I'm in heavin walking on clouds
You stay fresh new tags I keep you with new bags
You make a nigga feel good I can't help but brag
And I know my so called friends trinna hit you whyle im gone
Play with you whyle Im gone, split you whyle Im gone
But you always stay faithfull cause this is ya home
And you know your man, I never treat you wrong
And my moms gets pissed off when I bring you around
She always hit us with, " Ya'll get up out my house right now! "
If she only knew how I was shacked up back when I was a kid
And how late nights I was sneaky went in and out of the crib
To my nose your scent is just as sweet as a rose
I wasn't impressed by them others so you the one I chose
To roll with, settle down and go with
I love you Miss Mary and I show it and make sure she knows it

You take away all my bad times
Put a smile on my face through my sad times
Been down with me way before I had shine
I feel like I owe you half the cash from my rhymes
(I wasn't gonna talk about this here man but uhhh)
I used to abuse ya and try to missuse ya
We exchanged a bunch of blows back when I was a loser
You used to trip when I sang won't no more seeds
I had enough stress on my life please believe
I lost alot of paper when I moved you to Philly
Broke you off a bunch of green you had me trippin' but still we
Maintained to stick together through the ups and downs
And when I ain't have nobody else, you was around
It all worked out in the end you payed me back times ten
When I was broke on my ass you gave me cash to spend
And hit that highway with the pack of gin
And put me on my feet with the stacks of benze (Miss Mary)
I want you in my life 'till death do us part (Miss Mary)
Cause you've been down with a nigga from the start (Miss Mary)
You'r the only thing that can claim my heart
Miss Mary Jane you deserve more fame for your art
04:27 208 6,31 0.10
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Incredible Feelin' (Feat. Jazze Pha) Lyrics 04:35 208 6,45 0.10
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This Is My Life Lyrics
Nigga we hustlers, we please our customers
Pay me or I'm a bust ya! this is my life!
In the hood we funnel, dough by the bundle
I make a fucking ton folk! this is my life niggaz!
Bentleys to Hummers, winters to summers
Ya can't take it from us! wit all my ho's saying!
(Here without ya babe, I never wanna live without ya babe!)
I'm a G! We riding! - we riding! - we riding! - we riding!
Let's get to it G! We riding! - we riding! - we riding! - we riding!
Let's get to it G!

Let's get to it G, I grind hard if anybody time do it's me
I'm from the hood mayne, where niggaz good slang
And they'll take ya head off for a lil change (yeah!)
Was lower class (yeah!) broke no cash (yeah!)
Had to get up off my ass and make this time pass
Wasn't fast, but it eventually came, I'm a G in the game
Street rich niggaz, born to get figgas
If you ain't starting on no team you fucking wit us
Everything you niggaz done I done done it twice
Me and my Hoggz nothing nice, this is my life!

Where ya Bentley? Where ya Rolls?
Where ya diamondz nigga? where ya ho's?
Ya probably make a lil cash out shows
But I spend that type of cash on ho's
We big bosses, in big houses
This ain't no ordinary cars, we big flossas
I made it legal now, fuck them people now!
Me and my thugs don't budge when them people round
I hold shit down, got the key to the town
Young Slim Thugga, I'm the realest around
Everything you niggaz done, I done done it twice
Me and my Hoggz nothing nice, this is my life!

I had to get rich, or either sit bitch
Fuck rolling shotgun I had to get my own shit!
And they respect me now, I'm Tha Boss of the town
Slim Thug getting love when he floss around
And I can be found on the same block
That got one of my brothers locked and the other one shot
But I ain't pushing no rocks or running from cops
I'm just chilling wit my niggaz posted up on a drop
Naw! Ain't shit changed, just switched games
My bank account ain't the same, but I'm still the same
Everything you niggaz done, I done done it twice
Me and my Hoggz nothing nice, this is my life!
04:10 192 5,65 0.10
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Dedicate Lyrics
My nigga Sleep Dog, you showed a young nigga how to ball
Never settled for small, my dog had it all
I can't believe you gone, I'm trying to stay strong
Damn what the fuck went on, when you went wrong
I remember the call on my phone, saying my nigga was gone
I never seen Corn and Sha, look so alone
This was the worst day, you died on Cogo birthday
It hurt me, to see that look on they face
We all gathered on the block, everybody in shock
That day, it felt like the world came to a stop
We lost a major dude, one of our click team captains
I got numb, when I heard how it happened damn
Fake niggaz and hoes showing up, like they feel how we feel
Still trying to be down, but shit we know who all real
We don't want no more friends, our family complete
We just got one sleeping six feet deep, my nigga

It's fucked up when a dog gotta die, when he trying to get his bone
I dedicate this to my niggaz gone
You know the type that just try to keep a steak on the table, while they home
I dedicate this to my niggaz gone
This for my niggaz on the left and right of Jesus, while he sitting on his throne
I dedicate this to my niggaz gone
And to them niggaz that shot ya when we see you, best believe that it's on
I dedicate this to my niggaz gone

My nigga use to ride with me (yep), get high with me (yep)
And fly with me (yep), slice them pies with me (yep)
Spray them guys for me (yep), and die for me (yep)
But (damn fool), why this way

I'm still not over my nigga Stessa, Stank you still missed
My life was getting a lot better, until I ran into this
A tragedy a gangsta, my nigga had to be
Lil' Cheif don't know what's going on, and shit that's sad to see
Cortiana a star, we gon watch over her man
Courtney, she kinda know but she don't really understand
What's going on, I-Pop and Heaven at home
My nigga kept his family first, so I know where he gone
He left Corn with a lot to look after, he can take it
Not from your mother but we your brothers, so I know you gon make it
You got Sha you got Chad, you got Troy you got me
Ray, Ed, Mo, Shannon and Kenny G
We your family nigga, so wipe the tears from your eyes
Stay focused get your paper, and stay on the rise
You a hustler, and a jacker can't take that
Your brother Sleep gone, cause haters hate my nigga

My nigga use to ride with me (yep), get high with me (yep)
And fly with me (yep), slice them pies with me (yep)
Spray them guys for me (yep), and die for me (yep)
But (damn fool), why this way

We had to wait crying, our dog a victim of a hate crime
These haters hate, cause he shined at all times
Seeing the way Sleep Dog ball, made a nigga chase paper
Remember the day you gave me your chain, at my show at The Maker
Get your shine on youngster, we love to see that
When I put candy on the Excursion, he loved to see that
We showed up, Sleep part of the reason I blowed up
When them haters saw how hard we ball, they fold up
He lived life to the fullest, everything to the extreme
Done so much, I think my nigga ran out of dreams
From cars clothes to hoes, competition is none
We had fun, like Nelly say we number one
I know Sha gon hold your name, and keep the click on game
Now I don't like to ride solo, I stay with a gang
Went from a sawed off gauge, to three AK's believe that
04:32 192 6,11 0.10