Boss
(专辑: Port Of Miami - 2006)
[Dre:] Run how you want, boss Chill how you want, boss Floss how you want, boss Do whatcha like Go rock your chain, boss Pour that champagne, boss Keep getting paid, boss Do whatcha like Ross, la la, la la, la la Do whatcha like Ross, la la, la la, la la Do whatcha like [Rick Ross:] As I'm popping my collar, black on black antique impala She ain't gotta speak cause my speakers let her know that I'm balling They call me the
boss, I
be calling the
shots It's Ricky Ross, that boy be balling a
lot That boy be riding big, that boy be riding rim's Not the
flats but the
fish cause they just swim New York to the
west, you a
boss if you fresh Scuff your shoes, wipe 'em down Now get back on your two step Stunting is boss Shining is boss Grand daddy kush, or the
purt, yellow diamonds is boss That dime a
boss, she fine as a
house And she driving a
Porsche, she designed for a
boss [Dre:] Run how you want, boss Chill how you want, boss Floss how you want, boss Do whatcha like Go rock your chain, boss Pour that champagne, boss Keep getting paid, boss Do whatcha like Ross, la la, la la, la la Do whatcha like Ross, la la, la la, la la Do whatcha like [Rick Ross:] I'm riding big, I'm hopping lanes My Chevy thang, got this chickens all insane Look at my stones tap dancing on the
bezzle Bad baby at the
Rollie, lap dancing and wanna kiss me Oh no, cause of my chain Cause of my bling, like a
peacock standing on my ring Cause I'm a
boss, I'mma spend it I'mma floss, I'm a
winner You the
loss, all these niggas Sprinkle soft cause I'm the
pepper and the
salt Whatcha feel, whatcha like Whatcha want, what's your type I
done seen it, done it twice, bought it up the
same night Cause I'm a
boss, its Ricky Ross If you buy, if you spend it, fuck the
cost You's a
boss, You a
boss [Dre:] Run how you want, boss Chill how you want, boss Floss how you want, boss Do whatcha like Go rock your chain, boss Pour that champagne, boss Keep getting paid, boss Do whatcha like Ross, la la, la la, la la Do whatcha like Ross, la la, la la, la la Do whatcha like [Rick Ross:] Before the
block got whipped And they pistol got ripped Before you got any chips You got permission from the
boss On a
mission for the
charts, out-smart my competition Composition so sharp, so dark ,so vivid 26's on the
old school Pro tools session Got the
old school ho's Acting brand new sweating Brand new tennis chain, fancy pockets on my jeans Headed for the
walk dude, fore' they win him on the
stage Two a
day, super pay Stupid brain from a
model Triple c a
hundred deep And everybody got a
bottle Got a
bottle full of purp Full of work, no leaching Blew 50 last weekend, if you looking for a
reason I'm the
boss [Dre:] Run how you want, boss Chill how you want, boss Floss how you want, boss Do whatcha like Go rock your chain, boss Pour that champagne, boss Keep getting paid, boss Do whatcha like Ross, la la, la la, la la Do whatcha like Ross, la la, la la, la la Do whatcha like