Big Boss'N E

Yeah. Yeah, baby. It's all day. You know how we do it. Big bossin'. We gonna celebrate. Break out the furs. Break out them leathers. West Coast. Doing up, we gonna shine 'em real Quick. East Coast. I know you see us. Yeah. Yeah We stuntin' hard and it's back on our job. Backpack full of jars, 20 sacks and a cigar. Used to take Septa, left the car in the Garage 'cause it's much better. I don't get sweat about a law. Polo sweater, my girl hold all my cheddar in A bra. Fast money, two grand or better to Perform. I want letters drawn on my left arm Symbolizing all my veteran dogs that died young and Passed on. But through me, they can never be Gone. I party hard like a rock star, Incredibly large spot, yard, 70 cars parked in the Lot. I'm on the same block as the rest Of these stars. I seen Jamie Foxx yesterday walking His dog. I got priceless works of art on My wall. Hundred thou' in the hall, walk-in closet The size of a mall. Man, you looking at The life of a boss. I been. Flauntin'. Big bossin'. Twistin' the cushion, keepin' it Pushin'. You know that we bossed up like every Day. I been. Flauntin'. Big bossin'. You ain't livin' like me, man. I got my mind on my money, money on My mind. Hand in the game, born for the Grind. Attitude for haters, fuck you, Fine. You gonna get yours, I'ma get mine. Yeah, I'm doing a thing like blue in a Ring. Assume position 'cause I'm soon to be king. Went from serving up soup to the fiends to That NBA money, and I never had a hoop Or a team. My name D, just in case You didn't get the name. Listen up while I tell you how I pimp The game. Went from Seattle to Philly, From Philly to Cali, 'cause this rap shit, I never spent a day in the county. And I only keep the realest around me. But don't get it fucked up 'cause I got Some killers around me. I'm a boss in this thing, so I floss With a chain. But if you come for my Shit, you getting tossed out the frame. I been. Flauntin'. Big bossin'. Yeah, bossed up. It's everyday life, you hear me? I been. Flauntin'. Big bossin'. Twistin' the cushion, keepin' it pushin'. You know that we bossed up like every day. Ride Ride low, y'all. Sippin' that champagne. 750 a bottle. Sippin' on day to day. Ha ha. Drippin' that candy paint. All day. Yeah, nizzle the rider on my grizzle For dollars. An instrumental provider, All the brizzles'll holler. It's Tech Major, a hit maker that clip paper And spit bangers with bricklayers and old head Gangsters. On the West Coast where they rocking Ben Davis and Chuck Taylors with the big laces. I'm bossed up like Tony Soprano, you can't hold A candle. Got more keys than an old piano To ball. Gorilla pimp, my swilla thick, How real is this? A Philly kid that really Went and did it big. You ain't a real one, that's just the drugs Talking. This for my thugs in the club Crip'ing And Blood walkin'. I'm rustling Rick Rubin, Rolling with one. Some Pac, some Nas, A little Hov and some Pun. Now picture that with the mind of a young Donald Trump. Now that's bossy, this the life that Chose me. I been. Flauntin'. Big bossin'. It's the only life for a player, man. You know what I'm talking about? This how we Do it. I Been. Flauntin'. Big bossin'. Twistin' the cushion, keepin' it pushin'. You know that we bossed up like every day. From the hood to inner south to them West Coast blocks. Niggas stay flossin' with the rocks in They socks. Forever staying awake, nigga, What I owe? My Tangled Thoughts niggas not giving A fuck. Ayo, it's the godfather Latin hip-hop. Mellow Man Ace on this here slumper. I'ma get at you like this. From the 215 to the 818 to the 805, Tangled Thoughts always keep it hot. It's going down like that. It's gonna stay that way. It ain't no joke. This ain't no game, niggas ain't playing. My nigga Tech, D, Ak, Cas, all them niggas. Yo, watch your motherfucking front side.