Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song I'm the Boss , by - E.S.G.. Release date: 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. |
| d |
| 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… |