Girl I gotta do what I gotta do Change my life (Change my life) Make things right (Make things right) And girl I'm a bad boy so I gotta do what I gotta do Risk my life (Risk my life) In the late night (In the late night) Cause girl I'm a bad boy yeahhhhhh
I know at times you feel stressed out But I'm tryin' to set you up so later I can buy you up this guest house But for now I gotta hug the block I know you sick of visits from undercover cops Runnin' to the kitchen tryin to hide the box Just give me a minute and I'm gonna flood you with rocks I gotta wicked jump shot but let's be real Aint no scouts gonna give a sad nigga a deal I gotta do what I gotta do that's whats up What's with this new attitude you know bitch that is what's up I'm a Bad Boy like 'Mike Lawry' How you think you got that rainbow Louis Not with a legal job's salary
Ma' we got you stuck off the realness You know the infamous You heard of us It's your Bad Boy business men Me and Joey Crack gettin' benjamins Sittin' in the Vanquish, the same color as cinnamon Ma' I'm tryin' to be your knight and shinin' To put you in the house on the Cayman Islands Spend your whole life with stylin' With that light that got me Through it all you was right behind me And ma' I know I gotta change But right now a nigga is dealing with alot of things It's not the same Girl with me you can achieve whatever But I can't change, I'm a Bad Boy forever
[Chorus: Rick Ross (Dre)] Designer jeans, and a hand full of dough (Yeah) Bottle of the Jose, pass me some more I got, more cars, more cars, more clothes, more clothes More money means more dough to blow (blow) More money means more dough to blow (blow) More money means more dough for blow
[Rick Ross] Way up in them Cali Hills, burnin' like the sun set A nigga with a attitude, take it outta context Riding with them big things, lookin' like a bomb threat Bin Laden beard, afghan in a bomb vest Ross, stranded on the death row Makavali's on the Maybach, kicks retro She wanna gaze at the stars Through a panoramic view, pullin' haze out the jar Rick Ross, I'm the best in the flesh Getting blessed on the ?, it's a way to reflect Hard work pays off, I'm a boss, you can tell By the bottles in the pail, and the models that we share I'm in a realist state, and a realist state of mind We came from trigger play, kill a nigga for a dime I'm tryna chill today, I got a million on my mind Dice in my hand, one roll, I blow your mind
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[Rick Ross] More trips, more whips, more money, I'm more rich More haters, more clips, more jewels, more Chris Half a hundred grand and some rubber bands ? off fast in my other hand On the other hand, I'm still pitchin' underhand All soft balls, all bases covered man More trucks, more bucks, more freaks, more butts I see the vision, from club vision to ? I get brain, I bust nuts in each states Soon as I see what I'm lookin' for I sit up in that seat and cut em' off on them 24's, there it goes Baby girl, come talk with the boss I pop a Jose bottle, you can kick your shoes off
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[Rick Ross] Ever seen a fat boy in a big body Know you wanna sit by me, all you do is think bout it Lease apartments to get kicked out it Next day, buy a condo to get a kick out it We don't take you for the view, this is what I do When I'm on the beach, all my diamonds are water blue (Ross) Let's party like the pack jam, Pac Man Fifty grand, stacked in my lap man Get a lap dance (and if you get my dick hard) This your last chance (to hop up in that big car) With the Fat Man (certified Hood Star) But he a millionaire (look bitch I'm going far) This the movement, a few niggas you wanna move with Gucci on my feet, see I'm only in that new shit Ha, they say life's a bitch But close your eyes for a minute, and just bite this dick, it's Ross
(tash) Smoke this blunt Yo, everybody grab a seat, welcome to smoke fest '99 I'm glad you all could make it As you can see admission was free this smoke fest this year All the weed you see is free, but the blunts cost sixty bucks baby (sixty bucks? ? !!)
Catashtraphe, I shoot it through, dipped in twenty-four karats If y'all niggas don't feel me, then I blame it on your parents 'cause tash f**k it up, don't twist it up wit luck My style is cold like I bought it off the icecream truck Listen here, tash be crashin niggas wit my beer Tash be partied down as f**k swingin off the chandelier Tash be here, tash be there Tash be everywhere it's poppin I'm here to let you know f**kin wit me's not an option 'cause tash is my name, tash'll start it wit a bang Tash'll end it wit a *gun shots* that's not the same thing Tash'll split your frame, tash swings like gold chains I be rollin wit king t, and we all in the same game But enough about catash, let's talk about some skrill You know it's bout to pop if likwit crew is on the bill You can ask my nigga phil how real this is, the weed Smoke fest '99 burn something to the beat
*tash in background* Damn man, y'all came all the way from where, man? "all the way from mobile, alabama." Oh yeah, you came to smoke some blunt? "yessir, we came to smoke some blunts wit you baby."
Smoke, smoke fest time
(big boi) Yeah yeah yeah I was lookin to get my skull blowed up like kid dynamtie The time is right Be ridin the track so fiercely that it seems I'm already high tonight But I'm not though just on them black & mild's And people thinkin I'm the wild one 'cause I be flippin And rippin the track and verbally attackin on yo' style for fun Higher soul but to please myself I gotta be composin that fly shit And you notifying alkaholiks daily So punk muf**ker you better dub bitch What do you need boy, rap and some my boys are still in the trap I mean the dope spot, but the slangin got my snappin like the rope hot I can be the player you wanna bust wit Or nigga you don't even wanna go f**k wit Or nup wit, you suck dick, so why you all up on my nuts quick I hold the microphone and that's wit a vice grip Really tightly, and I'm keepin the words crystal clear So you gon' correct when you try to bite thee Very nicely, aquemini my nigga, not a pisces But I likely, gon' fetch a sack of that green stuff While I write g, yeah yeah right
(dre) Yeah, check this out yeah Hard life, now picture this A nigga in jail, rappin while his folk in the next cell Tappin wit some spoons, we do rank the boom boom Fresh off a planet wit sand dunes and maroon moons Soakin wet wounds, titty tanglin tunes Musty under arms, soul shlong charm
Bump off in the drums, rhythm on the one Stankonious under smellin where I'm comin from son The day you bone is when you start to die The time in between us will mean the most, I toast my high Shit gets so bad, I know it make you wanna cry But suck it up, button up, go ahead and do your thing For I'm already high
Smoke, smoke fest time
(phil the agony) Yo yo yo Whenever I'm writing, you can call me philly titan Receiting to you an interview like phil donahue Me and my crew, translate los angeles Scandalous, like watergate Phil on the break, phil on the break Phil/fill in the blank, it feels bad like gettin shanked File up your taxes, I'm writin exact on my axis From my head down to my air max's Phil waxes and relaxs Phil also fills up mental food up in your ? deadly gases? My name is jason when I fill out my application To the nation, niggas is gonna get in filled what they facin Phil/feel the ration, phil/feel the adrenaline I penetrate like penicillin, niggas be like "phil is illin!" Phil is willin and ready Phil is raw like eddie Phil be cuttin up like machetes and confetti Deadly, phil/feel the pain when I walk through the rain Niggas be like "he sayin phil again, phil again, phil again"
Smoke, smoke fest time
(tash) Hey hey hey Peace rap world, I'd like to make a special announcement right about now We have a special guest that just stepped in the house You know this man, he the smokiest cat in rap music He goes by the name of the doctor greenthumb, smoke em out
(b-real) Now I be, rollin and smokin And holdin the golden sack When my lungs be gettin swollen, hittin the bong foldin For chronic ironic, growin the hydroponic We got it, robotic hits you on melodic tricks of sonic Smoke fest, expandin your chest Buddah bless best, for you to step back 'cause your lyrics are like cess weed Yes indeed, the session you need to retrieve it It's ten niggas in a circle smokin a spliff, believe it Retrieve it, over the counter, can you conceive it I give you doctor greenthumb digits, don't repeat it The brew crew and the buddah masters together Gettin you higher and f**kin you up that much faster Six sacks, blunt leafs, pipes and bong-bowls All be gettin smoked at the buddah head shows Excuse me if it seems too complicated The herb I hold is platinum while yours is nickel plated Let me mash out, I'm breakin the stash out, the hash out I roll into the studio and smoke my nigga tash out Wit that doctor greenthumb shit, know what I mean?
Smoke, smoke fest time
Boss featuring Dre작곡:Andre Lyon,Marcello Valenzano,William Roberts
[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 'cause 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 a lot That boy be ridin' big, that boy be ridin' 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 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, 'cause of my chain 'cause of my bling like a peacock standing on my ring 'cause 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 '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
[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 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 see 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
