Lyrics:
mentality,
Major Pain & Mr. Bossalini.
Verse 2-(Spice 1)
(Straight G's)
Pullin our straps on niggaz who thinkin they bodies is made outta
Teflan,
major paper roll,
first at times it seems, gold credit cards we get that ass,
went from bennies to bossalini's, collectin cash,
they whistlin, I'm
Went from bennies to bossalini's collectin' cash
They whistlin' I'm glistin' like Sammy Davis
Born an' raised in the bay them hataz can't fade us
I
and walkin' it to (Blaow!)
You got me FUCKED up nigga, the game chose me
Take a picture of the bad guy, Black Bossalini
I been spittin' dead presidents since
this to my Mobb niggas. (fa sho)
You know, Poppa L.Q.
Phats,
Bossalini (Bossalini)
Madd Maxx (Madd Maxx)
3 Times (3 Times)
Cydal (Cydal)
Dru Down
Went from bennies to bossalini's, collectin cash
They whistlin', I'm glistin' like Sammy Davis
Born an raised in the Bay them hataz can't fade us
I am
to Bossalini's, collectin' cash
They whistlin', I'm glistin' like Sammy Davis
Born an' raised in the Bay, them hataz can't fade us
I am the rapper that they call
knowin bout Bossalini that gangsta mackish
Fuck the taliban nigga, it was the caliban
Then cali got scared of the gangsta shit we was sayin
Doin and livin,
(feat. Phats Bossalini)
[Gonzoe]
Que sera, sera! (haha!)
C'est La Vie!
Have a toast on me.
Yeah! State to state, we do it like this.
Live
a bitch nigga serv me
Bitch I'm bossalini that means I run all this shit
First leiutenant of a bunch of ignant niggaz in my tru click
Fo
Bossalini? Punk
Mack God Rap Genie, you can't see me
Up in this game ever since you was a lame
Y'all train at my school, nigga I rule
You never make me
it
Havin' money by the ton, Rolex and Bossalini
A nuchi give Versace cologne, now want to see me
at my best or worst? I gets paper when I burst
Yeah, what's up, you P-HIV havin'-ass niggas?
This is to you, you punk motherfucka
It's Spice 1, Black Bossalini, bitch
My nigga Pimp C bun B, you
quick, baby........
But I'm sure all you real hustlers out there know what I'm talkin
BOUT......
Y'know, SPeezy 8's in the house, Bossalini forever
such and such, I'm Bossalini the Don nigga
Recognize Spice 1 when you see 'em
You don't own a strap, I break down and grease 'em
I'm round as a gun
to the motherfucking t nigga
Motherfuckers don't really wanna go to war with a nigga like me nigga
I'm bossalini, they ain't know they better respect a nigga like me
real shit, we bring the pain
Bossalini, Fetty Chico, Shiznilti still in the game
Immortalized forever, having my homies up in the grave
Thinking back
Well if it's 'fuck my life' it's 'fuck your life', go to war with steel
If you niggas ain't feelin' me, fuck your clique and your hood
It's Bossalini
range with tha mothafuckin' twelve gauge
And tell 'em Bossalini called the shots
Still lookin' for them bitch ass niggas that murdered my homie Pac
quick, baby........
But I'm sure all you real hustlers out there know what I'm talkin
BOUT......
Y'know, SPeezy 8's in the house, Bossalini forever
Them boys done brung them choppers,
We whoopin ya'll ass in the club,
and can't nobody stop us,
blew off his Bossalini,
smoked him and fucked his
The bossalini don dada who I came to be
And I been macking since juvie asked for the rover keys
Its the bitch tamer southdawg dick slanga
Gold blanga bucking
Bossalini
Chapo
Last last
Chukwu agozigo the igbos
Business
Nwanne we are the igbos
Adi ekwe ekwe
Tah we are the igbos
Been through hell and back
and ponies
A genie, bossalini
Left the lean
In love wit leaking
I leave and left a leak
And leveled up my Frank's and Lincoln's
My evening spent at Neiman's
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