Lyrics Slim Thug – 55

Z-Ro:
Call me the King of the Ghetto, let my money relax me
So I ain’t even tripping, if they trying to tax me
They too small for a giant, I’m too big for that

Chorus:
I’m in a candy thang, big body I am taking up two lanes
I got money I’m not worried bout a thang, 55 on the freeway mayn
I wonder should I let my top down, been hustling so long I can’t stop now
It’s all love, when my fans attack me mayn
Cause when I’m tense, I let the money relax me baby

M.U.G.:
Fresh out the hood, I’m smelling like a bag of that Cali smoke
Top backwards, ain’t a stain on my candy coat
Shit all I do, is chase like a greyhound
In that mothership, swinging like we at a playground
Soda so polluted, full of codeine
Bitches staring hard, cause I’m cleaner than some chlorine
Jackers watching, but I keep the semi on tuck back
Never stop my grind, laws label me a suspect
On the run, I don’t ever sleep in
A full time hustler, working on the weekends

Chorus

Slim Thug:
In the slow lane, never in a hurry
Plus the kush smoke, got a niggaz eyes blurry
Too clean to speed, I’m holding up traffic
Getting thumbs up, my bitch looking attractive
Everything immaculate, slab just flawless
Riding round top down, on some Boss Hogg shit
To live the life, you gotta pay the price
If you wanna win, you gon’ have to shake the dice
Advice from a real nigga, just like you
Can’t be saying what you finna, or you might do
Coming through some’ing new, shoulda been my name
The way I stay killing boys, in these wide frames

Chorus

Slim outgrew at that point, you know
That’s how I see it, like I mean he was
He was the hottest artist round there and
And it got to a point man, life is all about
Excelling, and going to the next level
So if you at a level, that you outgrow
You gotta go forward and go
Do what you have to do, you know what I mean