
Rick Ross - Boss
Tekst :
[Chorus:]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
[Verse 1:]
As I’m poppin’ my collar, black on black antique impala
She ain’t gotta speak cuz my speakers let her know that I’m ballin
They call me the boss, I be calling the shots
It’s Ricky Ross, that boy be ballin alot
That boy be ridin’ big, that boy be ridin’ rim’s
Not the flats but the fish cuz 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 porche, She designed for a boss
[Chorus:]
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
[Verse 2:]
I’m ridin’ big, I’m hoping 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, cuz of my chain
Cuz of my bling like a peacock standing on my ring
Cuz I’m a boss, I’m a spend it
I’m a floss, I’m a winner
You the loss, all these niggas
Sprinkle soft cuz im 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
Cuz I’m a boss, its Ricky Ross
If u buy, if u spend it, fuck the cost
You’s a boss, You a boss
[Chorus:]
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
[Verse 3:]
Before the block got whipped
And they Pistol got ripped
Before u 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 leachin’
Blew 50 last weekend, if you looking for a reason
I’m the boss
[Chorus:]
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
Inne utwory
Losowe utwory
Das leben ist saad
Das Leben ist Saad, und glaub mir das ist kein Scherz
seh wie ich nach ein Vers, jetzt zu deinem Feind werd
Es macht (Pok), wenn die Kugel deinen Kopf trifft
wer ist hier der Boss bitch, ich bin topfit, oh shit
Niemand von euch hat mir was zugetraut,
Du willst dich unbedingt boxen? geh...
seh wie ich nach ein Vers, jetzt zu deinem Feind werd
Es macht (Pok), wenn die Kugel deinen Kopf trifft
wer ist hier der Boss bitch, ich bin topfit, oh shit
Niemand von euch hat mir was zugetraut,
Du willst dich unbedingt boxen? geh...
The awakening
I Wake Up in the Basement
I m So Hungry
I m Dry
I Must Be Here Sleepwalking
Mustn t I?
Getting Up From My Easy Chair Looking For My Wife
Following a Trail of Crimson
Spots That Lead Into the Night
Suddenly I Realize
I See It All Through Real Eyes
These Crimson Spots Are Dripping From My Hand
And...
I m So Hungry
I m Dry
I Must Be Here Sleepwalking
Mustn t I?
Getting Up From My Easy Chair Looking For My Wife
Following a Trail of Crimson
Spots That Lead Into the Night
Suddenly I Realize
I See It All Through Real Eyes
These Crimson Spots Are Dripping From My Hand
And...
Vaterlos
D-Flame:
Oh oh, What,
Ich hab gesehen dass, das Leben oft ein harter Kampf war,
deswegen fühlte ich die Gegend Schwarzer Panther,
manchmal sitze ich da und genieße mein Ganja,
denke nach und frag Opa warum Papa in dieses Land kam.
Afrob:
Oh oh, What,
Ich hab gesehen dass, das Leben oft ein harter Kampf war,
deswegen fühlte ich die Gegend Schwarzer Panther,
manchmal sitze ich da und genieße mein Ganja,
denke nach und frag Opa warum Papa in dieses Land kam.
Afrob:
Cruising for bruising
Cry
Come to me and cry
I know, I know, I know it s not easy
Your heart is aching
But so is mine,
But so is mine,
How can I tell you
Why
For so long, so long, so long,
I ve been thinking
Now I know
I can...
Come to me and cry
I know, I know, I know it s not easy
Your heart is aching
But so is mine,
But so is mine,
How can I tell you
Why
For so long, so long, so long,
I ve been thinking
Now I know
I can...
Push it
Ross
(push it to the limit)
Port of miami (uhhh)
Importing the candy (uhhh)
Aint got nothign to lose (nah)
I m just supporting my family
(push it to the limit)
Never traffic for fun (fun)
Only traffic for funds (funds)
All i seen is the sruggle (struggle)
Its like...
(push it to the limit)
Port of miami (uhhh)
Importing the candy (uhhh)
Aint got nothign to lose (nah)
I m just supporting my family
(push it to the limit)
Never traffic for fun (fun)
Only traffic for funds (funds)
All i seen is the sruggle (struggle)
Its like...