The Day They Make Me Boss lyrics

by

George Clinton


Hey dog, you know who this is right?
It's that G street sh*t n*gga you know what I'm talkin about
Come on
Southside, n*ggas make that money
Make that ah ah
Northside, n*ggas make that money
Make that hah
Eastside n*ggas make that money
Make that ah ah
Westside n*ggas make that money
Make that
Live life in legacy is my destiny n*gga fo sho
You know I'd rather take it slow doe
Hoppin out the four door
Ride
Dramatized off in this game but it ain't no disrespecting myself
So it ain't no disrespectin my game
Can you hear me meng?
Better watch where ya walkin if you talkin that sh*t
Especially if you counterfeit
f*ck around and get your wig split
Tryna dig sh*t
But really I ain't no murderer
But hear me when I say
n*gga I ain't never heard of ya
Full of that weed
I get to bellin on the block
Doin bout fo-five
Takin nathen from none a yall
So you know I ain't no jive
n*gga that's my mentality
Whut
Don't catch no casualty
n*gga cause in reality
Whut
It's bout a salary
n*gga I'm from a town called fresh
Off your motherf*ckin ass
Steady mobbin to the gunblast
Take a turn in my way
See me playin wit my A.K
And smokin on some hay on Valentine's Day
n*gga hah hear me say whut
[Chorus]
See me ridin cool as glide
With my thang right by my side
Suggesting ya'll put down your pride
Cause only playa hatas die
And ain't no love for the other side
So ain't no way I'ma let it ride
I-oh I oh I
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n*gga come get some bump and put yo mug on and b*tch meng
Playa hatas gonna get served when I put my gloves on now get right
When you interfere in my zone get caught up in a rapture
You can't capture the kick crime bones and slap it ask hops

Traveling through the hearts of men
I can see all the sin we in
Some of ya'l gonna pretend
To the end and back again
So it ain't no friends
Hey now
That's why I don't play nah
You gonna hear a n*gga say hah
Give a f*ck about none of ya'll
Give a f*ck about one time
That's why I stay high till I die
Steady countin my fetti
Little n*gga nuts to finally got heaven
See me walkin wit a cowgirl don't know down to eleven
To the back of a chevy
Ready or not here I come
So can I be the chosen one
Noddin like a poppa don
Click gettin ready to drop the bomb
Booya bam you were here me say damn
Steady walkin and talkin in the silence of the lambs
And I cram to understand
With a pistol in hand
Impress another killin clan
Tryna figure how a n*gga just could kill a man
Maybe cause he ain't feel the man
My n*ggas got me trippin off the sh*t they play in my head
Fatal visions of that infrared
n*gga crucified on the cross
In the land of the lost
And resurrected
On the day they made me boss in this motherf*cker
[Chorus]
God bless the child that hold his own on the microphone
Home alone and name is Corleone
Tryna get it before its gone
Hoppin in the cadillac broham
And I'm on in time
Feelin like the world is mine
Single handedly on the grime
Tryna stay away from one-time
Don't mind but a gotta figure
All these years if I pull this trigger
With n*ggas chestin up like their nuts got bigger
Cause b*tches still hollerin thugs and my n*ggas
Fore score about 24 years ago just a pimp ho
Momma told me how the game go
And it's still the same skinny n*gga lookin for the rainbow
To the top of the world if you ain't afraid
n*gga let's get paid
Hear me holler f*ck em all
If they b*tch made
Switchin like switch blade
Hey naw that's why I don't play now
You'll hear a n*gga say hah
Give a f*ck about none a ya'll
Give a f*ck about one time
That's why I stay high till I die
Come back again to the hearts of men no longer living in sin
Still smokin my weed sippin on a half pint of gin
With a devilish grin
JD's revenge
In the lap of luxury
It ain't no touchin me ho b*tch
f*ck wit me
On a daily maybe
Bosses
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