E.S.G. - Here We Come Lyrics

Here we come here we come, here we come through the do'
Here we come here we come, they can't stop us no mo'
Two thugs bout to explode, dropping low
We the shit huh, somebody blunt you come on


I'm nineteen on 20's, every time I floss
I'm nineteen in the clean, quarter million dollar house
I hit the club and pour mo', like the drank don't cost
Got smart left the House, just so I could be boss
I wasn't hating I just know, I can do what Watts do
Probably not dropping screwed, but I can lead my own crew
Sign a contract with who, for what, and why
I wanna be a CEO, and I got enough cash to try
If I fail oh well, I'm still gon make mail
Cause tapes, CD's and LP's, ain't the only thing that sell
When niggaz capping I don't shut up, I can add to that
Not Lil Troy but Slim Thug, gon stay sitting fat
I'm a underground Hogg, you better ask somebody
I'm a young Hogg that ball, you better ask somebody
When its time to get my grind on, I grind
But when its time to get my shine on, I shine




Now who really the best, since Pac ain't here
Must be E.S.G., so when I drop this year
Now Lil D I bring fear, and my drop sitting low
I'm on my twins on swoll, like Scottie Pippen hoes
While we stepping on some toes, we keep the contract
Don't give a damn where I'm at, I can tote a label on my back
Somebody say we too young, to do our own thang
Ain't no ways to get paid, we bout to raise some hair mayn
Hey the world swanging man, I'm a bad actor dog
This year I'm a Boss Hogg, better check my catalog
Went gold with Master P, on Down South Hustlers
Two hundred thousand independent, Sailing the South little busta
Up to the park what's crunk, I was Shining and Grinding
Dirty Third, sitting emcees got no need for reminding
Who's the man, cause this is my year cuz
Can't get with it, better get some bullet proof filled blood




From Texas to Louisiana


We got 'em jumping to this


Smell like somebody lost they manners


Oh that suck, we the shit


You wanna know if we rich


Girl you see these clothes


We two young Presidents


Ha, we CEO's


Ten G's a show


In every city we go


They hopping like some 6-4's


When we step in the do'


Now what you pay for kilos


They pay for these flows


You want a Staff track


You better add some zero's


Can't get it


You can't have it


You can' touch it, I know you love it


But it ain't up in your budget


In the eye of the public


Me and E, the main subject


Boss Hogg Outlaws


About to get rough and rugged


Your mouth, you better shut it


Y'all ain't ready for us


E.S.G. and Slim Thug


We like Startsky and Hutch


Five mics ain't enough


Cause we platinum plus


Seven figgas is a must


If you fucking with us
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