Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song I'm the Boss, artist - E.S.G..
Date of issue: 28.01.2008
Age restrictions: 18+
Song language: English
I'm the Boss |
Hope my mic on out there, ha |
Cause if its on, y’all gon feel it |
Know I’m talkin bout |
E.S.G. |
and Slim Thug, we the boss hogg outlaws |
Ha, we out here grinding, putting in work, ha |
Traveling state to state, doing shows |
Putting it down, and I’ll be damned |
If we don’t be the ones that get paid for it nigga, ha |
We use to get paid selling zones for them |
And then we started making rap songs for them |
But how come we ain’t rolling on chrome like them |
See I know (what's up) that’s something’s wrong |
This year baby see I’m the boss, boss |
(they told me take my chain off, let my body defrost) |
This year baby I’m the boss, boss |
(they told me take my chain off, let my body defrost) |
P-I-M-Pology, ain’t no record label |
Pimping me, feel me |
E.S.G. |
drop ki, like I drop a c. |
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Boss Hogg Documentary, DVD |
Ten G’s to feast, Slim and E we the baddest |
Boss Hogg L dog, like the dukes of hazard |
Playa hatas wanna ride, on chrome like them |
I guess they like the Gucci shades, with the stones in them |
You wanna see E flow, you can see E flow |
Just pay, eat the dough cause he the C.E.O |
Gotta settle the score, you so called Freestyle King |
Better be about your green, little Freestyle Queen |
Wanna be up on my team, we got mo mail |
Yo shit hardly to scale, as Southwest Wholesale |
Get off my co-tail, play your cards right, you know that we aces |
Platinum stars, platinum cars, toting platinum briefcases |
P-I-M-Pology, ain’t no record label |
Pimping me, the Slim T |
I had to get my mind right, before I get my grind right |
Making sure I shine bright, when I’m in the spotlight |
I grab the mic and take flight, displaying my skills |
I took a shortcut to make mills, I pay my own bills |
I’m the Boss C.E.O., making sho my do' ain’t low |
I refuse to be in store, and still be living po' |
Um no not me, you think I ain’t watch me |
You boys can’t stop me, Sugarland’s where you’ll spot me |
Living like I hit the lottery, can’t hide my stash |
I want a hundred percent cash, everytime I mash |
S-Class in the grass, bought a S-type Jag |
Platinum Bentley Azure, with the matching gray rag |
Let my Gucci jeans sag, Slim Thug don’t play |
I’m making C.E.O. |
pay, when its my pay day |
I’m the boss, when I’m flossing my boss like a boss |
My house decked out like a boss, cause I’m the boss |
I paid the cost, full pay, its all work no play |
I’mma let the a.k. |
spray, if you hatas in my way |
Everyday like my birthday, you think I ain’t got dough |
You can catch me at the Matches, pouring mo' on the flo', ho |
Kick it with us, you hear two crooks flows |
You come to my house, you see some ten foot doors |
Church stained windows, optimoes of endo |
Winter time no Pinto, just hard top Bentlos |
Two doggs, we cash flowed they can’t stand the boss |
We hopping over hatas like Randy Moss huh |
You ain’t pimping me no mo' (no mo') |
I ain’t gonna be your ho (hell nah) |
I need my money when I’m spitting, let me get that |
Come up short with my scratch, I ain’t with that, huh — 2x |
Nigga I’m throwed… |