Da Bosses Lady

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Nathaniel Thomas Wilson (born July 20, 1968), better known by his stage names Kool G Rap (or simply G Rap, and originally Kool Genius of Rap) is an American rapper. He hails from the Corona neighborhood of Queens, New York City. He began his career in the mid-1980s as one half of the group Kool G Rap & DJ Polo and as a member of the Juice Crew. He is often cited as one of the most influential and skilled MCs of all time as he is a pioneer of mafioso rap/street/hardcore content and multisyllabic rhyming. On his album The Giancana Story, he stated that the "G" in his name stands for "Giancana" (after the mobster Sam Giancana), but on other occasions he's stated that it stands for "Genius". more »


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1998
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(scarface excerpt) that chick he's with....she like me. oh she likes you 
 huh? how do you know? the eyes chico....they never lie. what are you 
 serious? yeah I'm serious....what do you think? man that's the bosses 
 lady you're gonna get us killed. the bosses lady? f*ck you man!....the 
 bosses lady...huh...that guys soft....you got some of that for 
 me?...would you kiss me if I wear that hat? 
 verse 1 (kool g. rap) 
 I had to have her, since my first glance at her 
 pimp stance at her 
 watchin' men throwin' banjamins and grants at her 
 bottles of italy and france at her 
 advance at her, spit romance at her 
 champagne glasses chatter 
 ass fatter than that actress up in family matters 
 lips thicker than mick jaggers 
 dick so hard the shit could stab her 
 she pushed a sick jaguar 
 paint shined like it was black lacker 
 she carried a small gat for back up 
 whole shit spectacular 
 peepin' out her frame, walkin' in back of her 
 she had the hour glass shape 
 had my blood flowin' fast paced 
 past late, get that ass raped, fast tied up with mask tape 
 mad papes, I could tell by the way she was draped 
 her sex mate's caked up like drake's 
 he's got the crib by the lake 
 wanted by the jakes 
 for takin' powder weight outta state 
 they straight sorrounded his crib with tower gates 
 garden lookin' like a flowered wake 
 every hour he make about enough dough to spoil this bitch sour 
 sex, money, and power, pussy good enough to devour 
 I hit her up inside the marble tiled shower 
 then snapped back to reality 
 he said her name was valerie 
 don't f*ck around with that ho, a nigga's on the salary 
 pockets too low calorie 
 her man will get his cavalry 
 and straight turn the town to a shootin' gallery 
 chorus - off his life, to get in good with the bosses wife, cross his 
 life just to floss his ice, to get him hit for the cost of rice, torch 
 the night, if the thoughts is right, bodies could get lost in spite 
 repeat once 
 verse 2: (chameleon) 
 the bosses lady, I cocks the four-fifth and holds it steady baby 
 my man ships more weight than the f*ckin' navy 
 out to get this gravy, so you can't take mine 
 you crossed the line 
 f*ckin' with the bosses devine 
 ay yo, his mans, they commit crimes 
 found out you tryin' to f*ck with his dime 
 you laid your life on the line 
 but the cards are in my hands 
 I love this rich man, and f*ckin' you is not in the plan 
 I'm out to get grands and live on my own land 
 so why f*ck with that help? 
 I'm livin' in wealth, you under his belt 
 hourglass figure I know you felt 
 wonderin' how the pussy smelt 
 lavish taste will have you livin' in debt 
 fantasizin' 'bout his wifes sex, 
 so how could you disrespect the man 
 that supplies the cash for your checks? 
 on the low 'cause you know he blaze tecks 
 and you fear for what's next 
 your life is in debt for tryin' to get my pussy wet 
 realize the bigger picture 
 I deal with bigger figures 
 I got no time for affairs with the average niggas 
 keep the lustin' to a limit 
 'cause ain't no benefits in it 
 too much to lose if I let you hit it 
 you know the force is deep 
 and you want to creep 
 thinkin' how sweet it would be if I just let you eat 
 but to the boss yo, I gotta stay true 
 the chump change won't do 
 so me with you isn't happenin' boo 
 verse 3: (both) 
 (g. rap) I like ya style, kid you get wild 
 let the chips pile 
 my clique slit smiles across your mans throat so look who's big now 
 barkin' on shit like a (?) 
 lame chick you got this shit foul 
 we got the big bricks shipped in from miles 
 while I'm whippin' shit with 6 plus 6 valves 
 makin' millions off fiscal 
 we regulated, 
 boo I guess you haven't heard the latest about these new agents 
 stackin' outrageous 
 (chameleon) yeah, I heard about the way you flip birds, 
 got these niggas standin' on the curb sellin' cocaine and erbs 
 you and my nigga exchanged words then parted ways 
 you swore to god all day 
 your squad would spray my man in all kinds of sick and retarded ways 
 (g. rap) straight gave him a harp to play 
 (chameleon) I peeped your resume 
 (g. rap) you with me angel? 
 (chameleon) yeah, no doubt, but I should bang you 
 chorus 2x

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Written by: NATHANIEL THOMAS WILSON

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