Yea, I'm on my way to Miami man
I'm feeling real Miamish up in the booth right now
Ya feel me They get mad cuz I have fun
Ohhhh, I just died in your arms tonight
Hip-Hop Weekly Week eighteen and a half, f** it
How you gonna get mad at me cuz I have fun with what I do
You got your own life n***a
Live your own life
Get ready on the right, ready on the left
Spaghetti colored junk put a Chevy on the set
n***as know I get my fatty on the deck
Frozen Evian Ice heavy on the neck
Dade County ya holding weight
Put on my fresh linen Its close to 8
Pull up at the Hit Factory And blow up the gate
Let me in it's your boy from the Golden State
I hit the mic with my million dollar mouth piece
Than I'm out, peace; I'm bouncing to South Beach
f** a dress code I'm demanding my respect
White tee C.O.B. bandanna on my neck
I hit the floor two chicks saying let's dance
Fat a** and Juicy Couture sweat pants
Poppin' pills in Paris We call em X-Clan
Never be a groom, but I'm the best man
[Refrain]
I just died in your arms tonight
I see you haters s** a dead mans dick
It must've been something you said
I just died in your arms tonight
I don't focus on you too long
Thanks for the motivation though
Its C.O.B. we do what we wanna do yea
Hip-Hop Weekly Week 18
Club Rolex I miss you
Club Coco I miss you
I just died in your arms tonight
You too Solid Gold
I'll be back though
Damn it feel good to see Crooked up on it
You only live once Get lost in the moment
I don't know why opponents say they want it
Tone it down a bit The beef I Corleone it
Take a chromosome from Capone and ya clone it
Cross it with Buggs Johnson And I'm what ya gonna get
When I'm on ya head who ya gonna get crumbs spit don't split
n***a no sh** You ain't never in the hood you a mystery
Like a pregnant pit bull you a b**h to me
Circle Of Bosses yea, that's the click to be
Every week we be dropping hot sh** for free
Yet still you p**y n***as wanna talk bad
Till you take off on em just like a launch pad
Send em home to the home the one that we all had
Really, I'm the one your kids should call dad
My f**ing haters
I'm more focused on n***as who love the movement
C.O.B. Circle Of Bosses
Ya know what I mean
Everyone supporting this motherf**ing movement
I love y'all to d**h
And we gonna keep dropping this sh** on em
They say if you love something you do the sh** for free
I love this sh** n***a
Hip-Hop Weekly
f** it week 18 and a half
Just ta let you all know I love y'all for the support
Feel me?
Yea it's the C-R-double OK
Hoes gonna make me pull another OJ
b**h nagging me on another no way
Hand me a condom b**h f** the foreplay
Okay I might change my ways pardon a n***a I'm gangsta raised
Stacks my chips cuz they been paid
When I'd rather hit the club and make it rain for days like OH!
I just died in your arms tonight
Now that's for you motherf**ing haters C.O.B. n***a
We got a ma**ive movement spreading all over the world like a disease
Ya know what I mean yea I'm f**ing with this sh**
I had the motherf**ing hardtop Benz
Cruising down Sunset banging this sh** back to back to back
Not the Instrumental though the real song
I was like f** that sh** I gotta hop on that sh**
Ya know what I mean
Hip-Hop Weekly we ain't stopping
Boss the Album New West Anthem
Miami I'm coming
Collins Ave doors up
Y'all know what it do
Crooked I
Not