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Boss up, don`t get me crossed up
We like to drink the sauce up
Toss money at the bar and floss up
Boss up, y`all know who`s the nicest
I`m from Detroit, playa, I don`t care what the price is
[Esham]
I don`t wear Nike Air force ones no more, baby, I`m sorry
My sneakers cost nine hundred dollars and they made by Maury
My shit`s ridiculous, got gold in my toilet stool
And bitches wanna swear theres diamonds in my swimmin pool
He`s so cool!
When the girls see me, they all drool
Because they know that I`m the one thats breaking all the rules
My mink coat`s so long, you can mistake it for carpet
You got purple kush up in that blunt, homie? Just spark it
If twenty-six`s aint on your truck, you should just park it
Because you`re out there like that department store, Target
I bought the Beatles catalog back from Michael Jackson
Then called his ass a child-molester right before I slapped him
Then sold the shit to Paul Micartney, then I double-taxed him
The chrome Desert Eagle convinced him and relaxed him
Christina Aguilera came over, did me dirty
I told Beyonce stop trying to give me Jay-Z`s birdy
I know you purdy, but go get me a ice-cold Pepsi
Then get your ass in this hot tub with me and Lisa Marie Presley
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[Esham]
I walk on rose petals, my feet never touch the ground
Got two bitches - one to wipe me up, one to wipe me down
I sleep with three women all night, it`s like a hardcore porn
They got me shakin in my bed like Ozzy Osbourne
I got the power, I`m pissing golden showers
The hoe that wipe my ass say it smells like flowers
Is that neccessary?
Me and Halle Barry in a bubble bath
Just got back from Germany, I`m jet lagged
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[Esham]
I got four hundred acres in the city on the Eastside
Police, they work for me, deliver donuts and pizza
I pay Mariah Carry to come and sit on my toilet and sing to me
When I`m in the tub, and dry my booty when I`m done
I got three helicopters and I rent them out for videos
So rappers can front and try to boss up like me, I suppose
I got a pit with platinum slugs and a doghouse
With an escalator in it
You`s a hater, admit it
I did it, I made it, you hate it, can`t fade it
Murdered a bitch with my bare hands and only got a fine and paid it
Bought the jury each a bently, after the trial I took it back
Here I come! Look at that! Where my fucking hookers at?
Had a private jet, but I sold it to the Soviets
As boss as it gets, for real and flossing all hits
I`m underground, undetected, much respected
Never rejected, my downfall: don`t expect it
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