Shut It Down

Lyrics

[Intro: Slim Thug] Thugga...we still serving and collecting these niggas, mayne Third time around, mayne Still representin' this Texas shit [Hook X4] Bring the trill, trill Bring the, bring the trill, trill, trill Bring the trill, trill to yo hood and shut yo shit down (Boss Hoggs) [Verse 1: Le$] Now it's that bottom of that map Home of that candy paint on them 'lacs Ride wheels slow sitting low when the vogues on poke, fifth wheel layin' on back Smoke my black, tip my hat Still gonna tuck it, still gonna live it Drop them screens, still ride clean I ain't gonna lie playboy we did it Y'all don't get it, this our lane Still gonna swang, still gonna bang Piece and chain still gone hang Like my nuts on y'all mayne (Hold up) Cigarillo full of that dro (Roll up) Hit me when I move real slow (Po' up) Came out hard coming down that 'vard All I ever gotta do is show up Know what, gripping steel as I grip the wheel Bad yellow with me she on the pill I keep it pimping she know the trill I bust the nuts she knows the drill I hit the scene bitch I'm a star Hell yeah my rims mo' than the car Still pullin' boppas and comin' down The flyest nigga you'll ever find [Hook X4] Bring the trill, trill Bring the, bring the trill, trill, trill Bring the trill, trill to yo hood and shut yo shit down [Verse 2: Chamillionaire] Come on, let's take a first-class flight back to the fortress (Why?) To have cats, getting nauseous Bad yellow chick trying to ask for a portrait But not me, the car, yeah that's looking gorgeous (Woo) Handle business yeah that's going corporate Rep the H like that's an endorsement Never forfeit I never passin' our torches Where's competition probably back where the morgue is Anyone that's not us get left where the corpse is Cause you know I gotta kill it, you know I gotta get it You know I move product cause they feel it And Imma stay hotter than a skillet (Tryin not to spill it) Sippin' out the cup til it's empty Cars that we rollin' in never say rent me Swagger like Pimp C Bank account lengthy (You don't like me, then you gotta come with me) Hell nah I don't think so Talk down but don't do it when we meet tho You can talk down but don't do it then my peep and my boys'll be shootin' at your rims like a free throw You tattered up let your ink show And let me get you in the mode I know you wanna get thowed, with the candy sittin' on vogues and your music's gotta be slow [Hook X4] Bring the trill, trill Bring the, bring the trill, trill, trill Bring the trill, trill to yo hood and shut yo shit down [Verse 3: Slim Thug] Whole crowd go 'hol up,' when they see the man boss roll up That's right niggas get your dough up I show you boys out here how to show up Leave a hater sick in his stomach make him throw up Po up a fo' Let's go sip Blue long line coming down like crips Free Lil Boosie and my nigga named Tip Cop shotgun Imma take you on a trip Come floss with the boss Imma take you to that Nawf Were slippers get got and slippers get gone Nigga'll rob the nigga next door Next day be like 'look what I bought' Next let's gone head take it to the South See boys riding with the candy red gloss Bangin' Z-Ro "Know what I'm talking 'bout?" Niggas always talkin' 'bout how we talk Jackin' our slang see how we swang Love them slabs coming down with the bang You already know it's a Texas thang Boys getting rich off that cocaine, mayne Land of the thrill Still popping purple seals Still paying all my bills Making mills without a deal, ha [Hook X4] Bring the trill, trill Bring the, bring the trill, trill, trill Bring the trill, trill to yo hood and shut yo shit down