[Chorus: Killa] 

Kyleon be smokin that La La La 

Slim T be smokin that La La La 

Boss Hogg We be smokin that La La La 

Rayface be smokin that La La La come on 

Excuse me hoe, we in the dough 

We bought to blow, off the floor 

We thought you should know 

Boss Hogg's in the house tonight 

(Aye! Killa...) 



[Killa Kyleon] 

Kyleon got muscle like a G-T-O 

I'm platinum you gold plates like CP3-O 

Not only Slim, but cats in C-P-3 know 

You rappin blind folded can't see mo' hoe 

Rappin ass actors, just like X up in Exit Wounds 

Fuck Makin A Band, I need a seat, right next to Loon 

I'ma Texas tycoon like that cat toe down 

You're just anotha hype man like that cat slow down 

Plus Ima Boy N Blue and mah clicks the shit 

Why you can't get no air-play like a Dixie Chick 

Soft ass nigga, sweeta than a pixie stick 

I pump three in ya ass, like Nick the Quick 

Why I stick the chick? You just go lick the chick 

And hit the block wit rocks then I hit the lick 

I'm a Boss Hogg nigga I ain't switched the click 

When I spit this hit? I'm finna dismiss ya click 

(Its Kyleon!) 



[Chorus: Slim T.] 

Slim T be smokin that La La La 

Killa Kyle be smokin that La La La 

Rayface be smokin that La La La 

Its the Boss bitch sing our lullaby 

Come on, excuse me miss, but I'm the shit 

You should come, home wit me 

And possibly...Hold up 

Skip all the music let's get high tonight! 



[Slim Thug] 

Mommy, I ain't into all that judgin shit 

Its alright to give it up the first night quick 

Cause just like, I like pussy you should like dick 

And I ain't lookin for no love so gon' let me hit 

I'm tryin to have a good time, tryin to find a new dime 

And you the nicest one in ya crew so Im 

Tryin to put you shot gun in mah Beamer 

I know you wanna be seen on the scene wit a famous rap singer 

And I don't know you don't smoke but gon'hit the dope 

Puff puff bitch 'til the dope make you choke 

We gon' have a good time, whats yours is mines 

And whats, mines is mine so let me hit it from behind 

Imagine that like R.Kelly havin me up in ya belly 

Befo I'm done you'll be done so ain't shit you can tell me 

Dont tell me: All you thought that I could do was rap 

Dont tell me: You ain't expect the sex to be all that 

Well suprise, yes I'm blessed when I'm up in the thighs 

I go slow you hear moans I go fast you hear cries 

Whicheva her, prefer, I keep boo satisfied 

So gon' hop on Ill take you for a ride Lets Ride 



[Chorus: Slim T] 

Slim T be smokin that La La La 

Killa Kyle be smokin that La La La 

Rayface be smokin that La La La 

Its the Boss bitch sing our lullaby 

Come on, excuse me miss, but I'm the shit 

You should come, home wit me 

And basically...Hold up 

Skip all the music let's get high tonight!