Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song The Boss, artist - Young Jeezy. Date of issue: 29.08.2012
Song language: English
The Boss |
| I’mma show you motherfuckers how to kill a remix |
| Comin' all black like I’m hittin' them licks |
| All black .40 with them ladders hangin' out |
| 30-round clips, call them shits chopsticks |
| Run up in the booth with a ski mask on |
| Run up in the booth make a ski mask song |
| Run up the booth, then I hop up in the Coupe |
| Now I’m ridin' in the ‘Rari with a ski mask on |
| I’m too bossed up, I need to turn my boss down |
| King of the Street shit, where the fuck is my crown? |
| Graduated from the street but I kept my gown |
| You the motherfuckin' man if you servin' your town |
| My lil' nigga eat, sleep, shit and deal cocaine |
| Not that rap shit, I’m talkin' real cocaine |
| CTE, TBC (what is is, homeboy?) «Boss Yo Life Up Gang» |
| With my boss bitch and she bossed up |
| On that 2Pac, she’s gettin' tossed up |
| Can’t cross me, you’ll get crossed up |
| Can’t cross me, I’m too bossed up |
| My name Hefe, I do boss shit |
| No Old Star, get lost, bitch |
| You a bitch nigga? |
| Then kick rocks |
| Just know rich niggas do drop-tops |
| You ain’t shit, I talk shit |
| Ebola rhymes, my watch sick |
| I’m Top Gun, I’m in the cockpit |
| Got the game locked, call the locksmith |
| No Stan Smith, I do gourmet |
| Giuseppes, new Js |
| My earrings, they cold as fuck |
| Call the North Pole, that’s bossin' up |
| Valet park my whip, nigga |
| Hammer time for my chips, nigga |
| (Bossin' up) add it up |
| Your girlfriend choosin' so you mad as fuck |
| Chillin' with my coalition, niggas rackin' up |
| (Bossin' up) add it up |
| (Bossin' up) add it up |
| A lil' Louis, but my bitch want some bags and stuff |
| Bossin' up and you downgrade |
| Look around and see a bunch of clowns |
| Tryna represent my town lately (wait) |
| I’ve been gone for like 30 days |
| I wore every chain, no wedding ring |
| Got a boss bitch and she understand |
| That timing is everything |
| Nah, don’t trip — put it on the tab |
| Knowin' I’m a G, gotta put it on the bag |
| Break a bitch down, gotta put her in a cast |
| She ain’t got a ride, might put her in a cab |
| You ain’t even know, nigga? |
| Put him in a class |
| Trip, Big Chuck might put you in the past |
| Hit a blunt hard, nigga, put me in the pads |
| Just rolled up, but the high don’t last |
| Ridin' through the city, hope I don’t crash |
| Know they thought that it wasn’t gon' last |
| You can’t even tell me why you mad? |
| Is it really that bad, is you doin' that bad? |
| What you make in a year I pay in taxes |
| The money burnin' holes in my pocket |
| I just need somewhere to ash it |
| Nah, you ain’t gotta ask, bitch… |
| Okay, I’m bossin' up… |
| ‘Cause I done already lost enough |
| See, like… ever since last year… |
| Everythin' I’m buyin', now it cost one up |
| Say, it’s dark as fuck… |
| Girl, why you actin' hard? |
| The fuck? |
| Why you got your guards up? |
| Like you playin' ball or somethin' |
| Pull up in that Porsche Panamera, park it up |
| Hop out lookin' sharp as fuck, tint dark as fuck |
| Bitch, fuck up off… |
| But you know we don’t love them hoes |
| Yeah, me and Young partnerin' up |
| That’s the talk in all the barbershops, nigga |
| Shaq height, couldn’t baller block |
| Probably invest in all the stocks |
| I’m 400, corporate thuggin', pushin' at the label |
| Mama still got bills that’s gotta be paid for |
| Remember when mama wasn’t able? |
| With them credit card numbers, I was payin' cable |
| It’s all respect over here… we gettin' checks over here |
| All my homies rap, so all my niggas got next over here |