Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Bossman, artist - C-Bo. Date of issue: 31.07.2006
Age restrictions: 18+
Song language: English
Bossman |
| Guess who the dude the girls love him |
| Fed-X Fifty States I’m so custom |
| I’m like I’m made by, buck skin leather |
| You couldn’t fuck with me if we was runnin' trains together |
| (The car zip the streets is locked ice I’m flossin') |
| (Twenties spin stickin' out the side of the Aston) |
| We bossmen standin' by cars when the rims still spin |
| When we stop motherfuckas still grin cause we stars |
| (In the spot but I stay on the back) |
| (DEA's hot and way into crack) |
| (They pop up my spot’ll spray in the back) |
| (Wid my nigga Fifty States) |
| H-twos on magic johnson’s pushin' fifty cakes |
| It’s the takeover Mob Figaz M.O.B |
| Fifty States & Major Pain fly the cokes and weed |
| Hop, smack shit wid the potpourri |
| I pull down coppin' kicks and move the coca leaves |
| (Blow a brick, go wit ya wish) |
| (Shit I only copped the four dog go with the fifth) |
| (And you can catch me outta bounds wid all ya dough on my wrist) |
| (And everytime I see ya bitch yeh she blow me a kiss) |
| (And I ain’t gon' fuck wid her less she blowin' some dick) |
| (I'm a gangsta, straight laced and never flips) |
| (Swang to the five hundred on twenties that’s sittin' stunnit) |
| (Anything over a hunet muh’fucka run it) |
| I’m on the road handlin' business meet the crew at ten |
| Luxury Leer jets imagine the places I’ve been I push up |
| Sunset Ave. or one two fifth or was it |
| MLK or South Beach strip |
| Doin' ninety down Canal the red lable I swerved in |
| Parked at Popeye’s and bounced out on Bourbon or was it |
| One four five or Foothill Boogie |
| Any block that I’m on dog I’m totin' a fully |
| Cause I be skippin' in my Guc' Force Ones Louis Adidas |
| In the same sweatsuit homes they just can’t beat us |
| These are classic, takin' pictures posin' old school |
| Took the strings out his shoes girls say that he’s so cool |
| A rude dude, California thumbs up |
| Come here thinkin' surfboards and you’ll get gun fucked |
| Plus my click roll fifty deep so call ya dunns up |
| And it cost money to war so get ya funds up dog, Fifty States nigga |
| (We stars, holla) |