Heaven, I'm in heaven And my heart beats so that I can hardly speak And I seem to find the happiness I seek When we're out together dancing cheek to cheek
Traduzione: Slim Thug. Dope Lun.
when I flow Pulling that dope when I hit the door Pin roll aka the fat man got love for the ones who got love for me Thug for me roll up with me and
hit the door SwishaHouse Bitch now get crunk or get ghost [Slim Thug] Now get crunk or get ghost, cause I make mike smoke I'm Slim Thug you might heard
the door SwishaHouse Bitch now get crunk or get ghost [Slim Thug] Now get crunk or get ghost, cause I make mike smoke I'm Slim Thug you might heard
with all my fuckin' cash Couldn't hunt two quarter front so I had to bust that ass You went and got all my dope then you stuck like Chuck Like Slim said
I roll them corners and drop four birds with four words Niggas get the flippin Before niggas get the missin I'm known for that duct tape, rope and pistol whippin Back door, dope
dope man) I got it, you could get it (I'm the dope man) I'm fin to grind, on the block I'm a dope man, motherfucker [Slim Thug] I do my magic, anything
-m, you bitch ass niggaz is too sweet [Slim Thug] You can break up the shit, hit the block and get grands This here pure co-can, straight from the dope man
order of my list that it's in - It goes Reggie, Jay-Z, Tupac... [Echoes] [Verse: 2Pac] Where my thugs at Huh, increase the doses, bustin whoever closest Thug
Slim Thug) [E.S.G:] Uh-oh, better let us loose It's going down Boss Hoggin' entertainment Big Denero entertainment E.S.G. and Slim Thug Feel it man,
[E.S.G] Uh-oh, better let us loose It's going down Boss Hoggin' entertainment Big Denero entertainment E.S.G. and Slim Thug Feel it man, feel it man
fit, cause we run this rap shit Bout it bout it out the bricks, so real niggas feel this [Slim Thug] Long as my blood flow, Slim Thug gon chase do'
:] Ay man check this shit out, This just for da Rucker man, The nigga young jeezy, the nigga fakin' man That nigga is not a thug man, That nigga's
Lies man, man you're crazy Look at Donald D comin' through the door late We're makin' a record, brother What you're doin' so late, man What's up, man
(feat. Slim Thug) [Jody: talking] It's for tha streets, (yeah) yeah (Stackin paper) Stackin paper nigga (Jody Breeze) Jody Breeze From Griffin to
disrespectin' laws Just doin' it the Bone Thug way Yeah, nigga, you gotta be crazy fuckin' with Layzie And all these Mo Thug killers We them ex-dope
