Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Like A Boss , by - Slim Thug. Release date: 31.12.2004
Age restrictions: 18+
Song language: English
Like A Boss |
| I call shots — like a boss |
| Stack knots — like a boss |
| Cop drops — like a boss |
| On top — like a boss |
| Paid the cost — like the boss |
| When I floss — like a boss |
| Big house — like a boss |
| Rep the North — like a boss |
| Who the boss nigga? |
| Who the motherfucking boss? |
| Who the boss nigga? |
| Who the motherfucking boss? |
| Who the boss nigga? |
| Who the motherfucking boss? |
| Who the boss nigga? |
| You see the motherfucking boss! |
| I’m Slim Thugger motherfucker! |
| Tha Boss of all bosses |
| That’s right! |
| AKA — he who the King of the North is! |
| Wars won, no losses; |
| who wanna compete? |
| With the chief of the police, who got the keys to the streets |
| I’m a full time hustler, part-time rhymer |
| I’m having thangs Pha-real (you punks ain’t no grinders) |
| You fools just went to school and learned to use Pro Tools? |
| And tried to copy your G-Moves off the ten o’clock news |
| You can’t survive in my shoes or afford to pay my dues |
| Wit your cartoon crews, you niggas destined to lose! |
| I rock Eminem and 50 Cent crowds |
| And spend most of my weekends cruising above clouds |
| From the West to the Southway to the East Coast |
| I switch time zones more than ho’s switch clothes |
| I was born to be on top (top), born to call shots (shots) |
| Born to cop drops and trick off fats knots, like a boss! |
| Call me Sarge, I’m the head nigga in charge |
| You see the B on the 'Nage parked in the garage? |
| I’m the coach, I wrote them plays for my team |
| Hah! |
| I’m the mastermind behind these teams wit green |
| I call all the shots, provide all the knots |
| Supply all the rocks and sponsor all the spots |
| I stay on the top floor, got the executive suite |
| Sit in the corner chair where me and my niggas meet |
| Sport the Presendential Rolly, got a driver that drive |
| I don’t open doors no more, he do it from outside |
| At the club, they lock off V.I.P. |
| for me |
| And send cases of crystal to my section for free |
| Hah! |
| You see this rock hanging on my pinkie ring? |
| I’m respected in these streets, they treat me like a King |
| I get accepted like family, your house is my house |
| I guess that’s why they call me — Slim Thug Tha Boss! |
| Fuck that! |
| Y’all niggas talking shit?! |
| Y’all come to the Northside |
| And see who the motherfucking boss is. |
| Slim Thug!!! |