Lyrics:
that, Rick Ross rip that
Khaled go hard dog, talk to 'em, Paul Wall
Holla at me, what it do, what it is?
You ain't never seen a playa like this
got popped by Ross
Crash unit, buzz cut ex-marines
Crenshaw, Slauson Ave 17
Infant Stone, Lil' Shady, Baby Bolt Da Fatts laid a demonstration
85
Moving on
Cos I don't even like you
Prove me wrong?
Yeah I don't really like you
I don't really like you
No no
I can't really love no one else
But I don't
I'm on my hustle......BITCH
Like russell simmons or simon garfunkel.....BITCH you heard
What i said i'm on my HUSTLE.......BITCH
Like rick ross minus
what's wrong? The crowd's gone
So help me out kit 'cause this thief has to be caught
Radio the chief of police, get a report
Chief of Police said
Rick Ross lyrics to verse
She telling me I need to change
But baby I need the change
2 coupes, 2 bricks, life's too short
Cocktail, 2 Glocks
to succeed
That'll prove em wrong
When you with me
You know who to call
I get the guap
Now I'm hittin' the shop
Oh
Coppin' the mozzie I chop off the top
Yeah
[ INTRO: Mos Def ]
Baba-baba-baba-baba-baba, you been so good to me
When I was a little boy you were the only one I wanted to be
To be like pa duke
brown paper bag money
This for my strippers getting black plastic bag money
We're talking that bad money, that I.R.S can tax money you dig me
[Rick
Watch Rick Ross give his Jesus piece to a bum
'Cause tonight we ball, we ball, we comin' up
Paintin' the globe gold, two steppin' on the sun
Like gold,
life
But you hold me down wrong or right
So its only right she get that Porsche truck
All black black rims call her Porsche
Let you're weave blow in
faded
Tree's prepared and properly cultivated
I nursed 'em, sprayed down, no chemicals
Just me and my buddy, ya hear me now
Never treat ya wrong, to each
wanna take us,
Cause we bringing all of the paper, n
From nothing, to something,
You know us we the Usual Suspects.
[Rick Ross]
17 trying man up,
know I got more M's than a real Slim Shady video
(I'm the real Shady)
Big Boss, less Rick Ross, more like a wavy Hideo
Kojima, they tote steamers
Dey got me pissed off
Deez lame bitches make my dick soft
Got a chopper in da car
Bitch call me rick ross
Imma roll dis doedy up
And watch me lift
likes to get spit on
And my pockets be fatter than Rick Ross
Got a gun by my side you won't live on
Got a gun by my side you won't live on
Now he tryna
model
Pablo shit
Rick Ross shit
But not tha rapper Rick (tha dope dealer)
I wanted to be like tha big dawg in tha hood who gave out tha turkeys out
with demons
I'm ridin' with lions, I'm ridin' with dogs
Yeah, big dogs
I've been flexin' all money, call me Rick Ross
I done stepped up on the scene
It's my time (Rick Ross)
It's my time (Finna' lay back on this shit man)
(Dade County dope boy)
I'm not a slim thug, I'm a fat mack
I don't
Mikrofone Rob
Big Dog on the mic I'm like a Black Clifford
Six calls in one night cause I'm a cat kisser
Rick Ross with my price let's make the fam
revolving dog there ain't
Too much there to stop it
Shout at weezy alcwheezy know the
Path that im on when he seen me walkin I was
By myself in New Orleans
What I'm on, ayy (What I'm on, ayy) , yeah
Yeah, it feels like I'm so gone (I'm so gone)
Ayy, I'm so gone, ayy (I'm so gone, ayy)
Prove me wrong, yeah
faded
Tree's prepared and properly cultivated
I nursed 'em, sprayed down, no chemicals
Just me and my buddy, ya hear me now
Never treat ya wrong, to each
that, Rick Ross rip that
Khaled go hard dog, talk to 'em, Paul Wall
Holla at me, what it do, what it is?
You ain't never seen a playa like this
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