Kappa 2002 - Slim Thug

Got drank by the paint, dro by the pound

It’s 2002, and it still go down

Headed back to the Kappa, still 4's and adapters

It’s the Mr. Slim Thug, the flow pro rapper

I got a caramel model, shaped like a coke bottle

On I 4−5, mashing on a Coupe throttle

We gon shut the wall down, I said it and I meant it

Best believe them Boyz In Blue, gon represent it

Never tripping off the laws, we gon move the crowd

When we come through swanging, with the beat up loud

Ah this year baby, I’m the Boss-Boss

I got candy and chrome, on everything I floss

Still wrecking with the house, it ain’t no love loss

Me and Watts getting money, while these haters fall off

Sitting on the sideline, they should of stayed down

Ain’t shit changed but the times, is back in 9−9

Still getting what’s mine, I’m still on the grind

Making big dollar signs, on I’m still unsigned

You can’t knock us, number one requested from the boppers

Only rapper in Houston, riding on don’t-stopper's

(*scratching*)

I’m headed to the Kappa, on 4 swangas and adapters

Watch me ball up and down the C-Wall

I’m headed to the Kappa, on 4 swangas and adapters

I’m the hating no slapper, and the flow pro rapper

I’m headed to the Kappa, on 4 swangas and adapters

Watch me ball up and down the C-Wall

I’m headed to the Kappa, on 4 swangas and adapters

I’m the hating no slapper, and the flow pro rapper