Old Song Lyrics | Fogboyz

From the very beginning of our time as a rap group, we had wanted to do an album titled True Identity, as well as a song titled Fogboyz. We never released an album by that name, but we did finally get the opportunity to record the song Fogboyz, 3 years and 6 albums into our career. The song was on our album Fogz of Tyme, which was our 4th full-length album, and the only album that we had a 4th member on.


FOGBOYZ:

St3w4 "tha Great" -

I’m a dark soul, been down some dark roads

I’ve got a past that none of yall even know

Back seat in the class, with my mouth shut

Hating everybody, ‘cause I thought that life sucked

But now I’ve changed, became a different man

Fighting for everything, nothing is placed in my hand

And I’ve got the voice of ages, so you’ll remember what I’ve said

You’ve gotta fly like angels, and live like the dead

And I appreciate that all of yall support me

But the support from the family, means so much more to me

And I don’t mean fam, as in my bloodline

Unless you’re talking about the blood line from their hands to mine

'Cause I run with an ax, kill beats and lay them in stacks

Cut up my vocals, like they were under attack

I’ve got a 3-4, like the plate

Now I’m signing off, St3w4 “tha Great”

Chorus -

When the paint washes off our face

We’ll stand in front of yall, at the end of the day

The way God made us, all foggy and strange

Four small-town bums, with something to say

And we’ve worked for everything that yall see

Nothing was ever given to us for free

Just a will to make a dream and proceed

To only get better, and make a stronger F.O.Z.

Sly -

S-L-Y, this is who I am

I’ve walked in the light, and partied with the damned

Grew up hard, but I never liked spam

So I pushed that shit aside, and let my mind go HAM

A-State boy, never gave a fuck

Got a problem with my boys, put your dick beaters up

'Cause we about to bang, like a 5 dollar slut

Boy about to get cut, like scenes from Nip/Tuck

Ol’ country boy, but I’ve got that city slicker swagger

The best of both worlds, but never the latter

Always have a ball, you can call “tha batter”

And yes I’m still the best, head steadily getting fatter

Cooking up lyrics, use my life for the batter

I can hear them haters talking, but what does it matter

These words from my mouth, will make your brains splatter

And the heat from my .45, will make your teeth chatter

Chorus -

When the paint washes off our face

We’ll stand in front of yall, at the end of the day

The way God made us, all foggy and strange

Four small-town bums, with something to say

And we’ve worked for everything that yall see

Nothing was ever given to us for free

Just a will to make a dream and proceed

To only get better, and make a stronger F.O.Z.

Dobbie -

Dobbie, Doberman, Beatle Juice

My cockle’s all covered in her booty juice

I don’t give a fuck, I’m so used to drinking

Motherfucker what the hell you thinking

If you’re toking on trees, then you better come over

If not, don’t be my little soldier

And hangout, I don’t give a motherfuck

Drunk as hell, in the back of this Ford ass truck

Run bitches over on the highway

Like “Just what the hell are you gonna say?"

It doesn’t matter if the police pulls us over

Imma give him a straight-up cold shoulder

I don’t know whose drugs are in that car

I don’t give a motherfuck about that star

Shining up over your badge

Motherfucker go ahead and take me…

Chorus -

When the paint washes off our face

We’ll stand in front of yall, at the end of the day

The way God made us, all foggy and strange

Four small-town bums, with something to say

And we’ve worked for everything that yall see

Nothing was ever given to us for free

Just a will to make a dream and proceed

To only get better, and make a stronger F.O.Z.

Havik "tha Freak" -

Born in the Hoosier Heartland, raised in Arkansas

Natural freak, natural line, natural gift, and a natural mind

Man I’m shining, so fucking bright, it’s blinding

Might as well call me, Havik “tha Diamond”

Hard like one, and cold as ice

I’m a country boy, but still a juggalo

It’s the same thing, with a different twang

Find me plucking banjo strings and drinking Faygo and moonshine

You can call me a jugga-billie

Going fishing with Bo and Uncle Willie

Bet you ain’t ever seen a redneck scrub

Psychopathic shit kicker, flinging around mud

Redman and Soco, shotguns and cowboy boots

Beer cans feel the bed of my truck, every night we getting drunk

Keep it real and all that junk

Havik “tha Freak” and Cowboy Po-dunk

Chorus -

When the paint washes off our face

We’ll stand in front of yall, at the end of the day

The way God made us, all foggy and strange

Four small-town bums, with something to say

And we’ve worked for everything that yall see

Nothing was ever given to us for free

Just a will to make a dream and proceed

To only get better, and make a stronger F.O.Z.

Yeah to only get better, and make a stronger F.O.Z.

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