Lyrics:
"The Lord as my witness, Lord as my witness, there's not!
There's not a better MC than Rick motherfuckin' Ross, Lord as my witness
And when a nigga
Told her it's an Ice Age
With a cold blooded nigga like me (I'm cold)
Tell that bitch I'm Rick James and
A nigga really wanna super freak
(Cold
Now I run the streets (Ross)
They all mine (Ross)
Twelve years over due
Call it two time
I told you never roll on the soul of a soldier
You never
it by my lonely now I'm the big homie
But I'm his royal slickness, ghetto weakness, come Rick is
The one who expose cornball rappers with
And drip-droppin' in chocolatey whip-toppin'
So whether you're hip-hop, Slipknot, B.I.G., Pac
Kid Rock, Kris Kross, Rick Ross, you'll dig this
If not then kick
crime homie, time for dyin' homie
[Chorus: x 2]
[Rick Ross]
It's truly a miracle, that boy still a live
'Cause I was sellin' bo in '95
Ridin'
it's time to be the big boss
light skin Rick Ross
Slique Talk, Slique Talk
Slique Talk, Slique Talk
tell them haters get lost
they all speak without
spending all my racks up ballin' like a star
555, Yeah I'm gonna go so far, but my brain's still full of scars
Leaving scars
Rick Ross yeah my pockets so
Execute nigga no matter of the cost
My pockets fat nigga like it’s Rick Ross
My drip immaculate like it’s really Voss
Take a w then I never took
Rick Ross
(Rick Ross, Rick Ross, Rick Ross, Rick Ross!)
Ain't no doubt I'm all in, I'm all in
I'm ballin'
All in (oh)
Ain't no doubt I'm all in, I'm all
The people then love me Rick Ross
I got the flow and Sauce
I mix it up then I floss
I just the flexing Finesse. Yes
They I give you all the swag Yes
he want to know your favorite jean
Is it Jordache? (NO!) Gloria Vanderbilt? (NO!)
Maybe it's Sassoon? (NO!) How about Sergio? (I DON'T CARE!)
Could
text her when it's past midnight
But I'm off that shit, boss ass bitch
You don't wanna see me Rick Ross this shit
I'm a boss-some bitch, run with this
the
First musical act to appear in a
Talkie film, The Jazz Singer
In 1927 unfortunately it was performed
By Jolson in blackface
(3) Maharanee: The wive
like the old Rick Ross
He made a decision with no coin Toss
You kill one of mine, then we Taking y'all out
Earning my paper, got money in Route
You
be
So instead of sayin Rick Ross I just pull out B's
I got a, trap in the hood called no ID
All my weed guaranteed, maybe fo' five seeds
I gotta,
on my shit all day everyday of the mufuckn week let's go
I told these bitches better be about money fo these mufuckas talk bout me
Hoe I eat
By any
Now I run the streets (Ross)
They all mine (Ross)
Twelve years over due
Call it two time
I told you never roll on the soul of a soldier
You never
it by my lonely now I'm the big homie
But I'm his royal slickness, ghetto weakness, come Rick is
The one who expose cornball rappers with
Fi-Di-Di-Di-Dan
Get Em By The Hundred I Aint Talkin Bundles Eitha
Love That Wite Girl, I Got Jungle Fever
[Slick Pulla:]
Ok, Its Blakanomiks Me N Fab Gon Skool Ya
homie let's make it clouded
The Holy Spirit possessing me, hunger to be stay pressin' me
Writing rhymes to battle hip hops enemies
I'm Rick Ross forever
Thought you were my dawg but saw the paper, you a snitch
I just want the maybach feel like rick Ross
Let me hit it quick up in my flip flops
Know I get you
and ma duke
How much I love the both of you
I know all the strain we been through
But it's of no consequence cause we're comin through
[ VERSE 1: Mos Def
With the gun knock that wall
About this brick wall about Rick Ross but the Rick Ross who cares
About him about this what's about About this knock this
_(cropped).jpg/218px-Rick_Ross_The_Mastermind_Tour_June_15,_2014_Toronto_(14590434716)_(cropped).jpg "Rick Ross")
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