Da Bosses Lady

歌詞

[Imitation of excerpt from the movie "Scarface"] That chick he's with... (huh) she like me Oh, she likes you huh? How do you know? I know. The eyes Chico... they never lie What, are you serious? I'm serious... what do you think? Man that's the boss's lady {*sarcastic*} The boss's lady You're gonna get us killed Fuck you mayn! The boss's lady... that guy's soft You got some of that for me? Would you kiss me if I wear the hat? [Verse 1: Kool G. Rap] 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 Advanced 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 lacquer Carried a small gat for back up, whole shit spectacular Peepin out her frame walkin in back of her She had the hourglass shape, girls disgraced stay out her way 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 got the crib by the lake Wanted by the Jakes for takin powder weight outta state Straight surrounded his grounds with tower gates Garden lookin like a flower wake Every hour he make about enough dough to spoil this bitch sour sex, money, and power, pussy good enough to devour Hit her up inside the marble tiled shower Snapped back to reality, told me her name was Valerie Don't fuck around with the help Nigga on the salary, pockets too low calorie Her man'll send the cavalry, straight turn the town to a shootin gallery [Chorus: repeat 2X] Off his life To get in good with the boss's wife Cross his life just to floss his ice To get him hit for the cost of rice, tossed at night If the thoughts is right Bodies could get lost in sight [Verse 2: Camileone] The boss's lady, I cocks the four-fifth and hold it steady baby My man ship mo' weight, than the fuckin Navy out to get this gravy, so you can't take mine You crossed the line, fuckin with the boss's devine Aiyyo, his mans, they commit crimes (yeah right) Found out you tryin to fuck with his dime, you lay your life on the line But the cards are in my hands I love this rich man, and fuckin you is not in the plans I'm out to get grands and livin on my own land So why fuck with that help? I'm livin in wealth, you under his belt (whatever) Hourglass shape I know you felt, wonderin how the pussy smelt Lavish taste'll have you livin in debt Fantasizin 'bout his wife's sex, how could you disrespect the man who supply the cash for yo' checks? (So what?) on the low cause you know he blaze tecs, and you fear for what's next Your life could be dead, for tryin to get my pussy wet Realize the bigger picture, I deal with bigger figures Don't have time for affairs, with the average niggaz 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 wanna creep Thinkin how sweet it would be if I just let you eat But till the boss show, I gotta stay true, the chump change won't do For me with you, isn't evident boo [Kool G. Rap] I like your style, kid you get wild, let the chips pile My click slit smiles across your man's throat, so look who big now Barkin on shit like a big growl, lame chick you got this shit foul We got the big bricks shipped in from miles While I'm whippin shit, 6 plus 6 valves Do a milli' from sick style, we regulate it Yo boo I guess you haven't heard the latest about these new ages Stackin outrageous [Camileone] (G. Rap) Yeah, I heard about the way you flip birds Got these niggaz standin on the curb, leafers and herbs 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 (Straight gave him a harp to play) I peeped your resume (You with me Angel?) Yeah no doubt, but I should bang you [Chorus]