Lyrics:
[ INTRO: Mos Def ]
Baba-baba-baba-baba-baba, you been so good to me
When I was a little boy you were the only one I wanted to be
To be like pa duke
Machine, "Hello."
Rick Rock, "Rick Rock."
Machine, "Has a message for:"
Rick Rock, The Bay Area
Machine, "To accept the message press 1"
Ugh,
shit
But you know what nigga
Bitch niggaz get dealt wit motherfuckin' real quick!
[Ice Cube]
Here we come boy
Real niggaz shoot ta kill betta run
shawty at the club with a fake Rick Ross
Who don't know the cost
Never me, my Venmo balance higher than your checking balance little boy know there's
saved by the bell got a house by the bayside
Yea I'm livin' like that, and I'm ridin' like that
Boy I'm ridin' like that and the stirring wheel wood
Rick ross rappin aint he.... I'll get slapped by maino for a hot record
As long as I get 1 hit in....i'mma use that street credit
Check my fico....
Rick
A week earlier Rick got a tip
Young boy out the yo
He drive a BM dub M4
The bitch brand new
Recently accrued
And the niggas in his crew stuntin
time, a nigga been chasing the bag
A thousand and running you know how I'm coming, the boy been getting the cash
Prime time with the rock
Rick & Morty in
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
I cash out like casino, I got money on me like Rio
Yeah, I collect that by my Vlone
Stack up the cheese handin' out them kilo's
Play boy mansion but
her ass soft
These niggas pussy they real soft
My pockets fat like rick ross
That tells you I'm the real boss
I know a couple bitches that's gone eat it
like a boss (Uh)
Bitch, I feel like Rick Ross (Huh)
Can't fuck with niggas, they lying (They lying)
Niggas be bitching, they crying (They crying)
Gotta
Tropikana, In Tropikana
Ah yeah...
Listen Close, I said we get our power by the coast
Clap-clap for your boys make a toast
I swear we aint goin show em all
The hole Lynch Mob
(Shout out to Rick Ross) because I (Run This)
I was a trill nigga, bitch when I wasn't rich
Shout out to Brown Lee, slangin' in H-Town
But you know what nigga
Bitch niggas get dealt wit motherfuckin' real quick!
Get em Cube
[Ice Cube:]
Here we come boy
Real niggas shoot to kill
So I thought I'd book you this first class flight miss
She said ricks you must be mad
I dropped my job my fam just to suit your ass
Then you tell me
same thang game came when I left em
I do it by my lonely now I'm the Big Homie
But I'm his Royal Slickness ghetto weakness come Rick is
Bang bang same thang game came when I left em
I do it by my lonely now I'm the Big Homie
[Slick Rick]
But I'm his Royal Slickness
to come by; real niggaz you 'know?
That ain't on no gay shit, that's on some real shit, dig that
Oh boy! Uhh.. (Not on no gay shit nigga, be pimpin)
Only MUNNA shit when a nigga talk
Double MG feel like Rick Ross
Im on Wokeisha like Moneybagg if ion got a drank Ima sip raw
Pour Mo
This MUNNA boy shit
ear
That at two you would like to hear
Kriss Kross and Rick Ross at 2am
Jump around and get down to Here I Am
Face down and back up till the morning
grind, no flip flop
When they see me they say I'm headed for the tip top
Hey, hey
I feel like Rick Ross
I ain't heavyset but I promise I'm a big boss
When
I'ma keep it real with you, these niggas not gon' be real with you
I'm a bigger boss than Rick Ross, you got little glocks, we get big glocks
Keep
can't stop
She on my cock
(Goat talk)
Inna back, Maybach, like I'm Rick Ross
Bad bitch do a dance, TikTok
Tell her come her baby, come lick cock
Told ha
_(cropped).jpg/218px-Rick_Ross_The_Mastermind_Tour_June_15,_2014_Toronto_(14590434716)_(cropped).jpg "Rick Ross")
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