Lupe Fiasco - Boss Playa lyrics

[Verse 1: Lupe Fiasco] F'n'F up all day (all day) Young pro is on the cut always (always) If you represent your set when you're rolling through the jets Take your fingers off your triggers keep your hands of your Tecs. Check it I'm really gnarly Really harder than tryna wheely Harleys I will leave hardly, life of the party Hotter than Saudis in furs in the Mojave Don't make me catch a body [Silenced gun shots, body hitting the floor] F'n'F up all day (all day) Young pro is on the cut always (always) If you represent your set when you're rolling through the jets Take your fingers off your triggers keep your hands of your techs. Check it I'm really gnarly Really harder than tryna wheely Harleys I will leave hardly, life of the party Hotter than Saudis in furs in the Mojave Don't make me catch a body First and Fifteenth probably Playa don't trip when the clique's in the party You trip, then it kick, like Mr. Miyagi I brought an extra clip in event of a robbery You flinch then it click like Clint, Dirty Harry Don't think that my money gettin' spent on Ferraris This game that was told is old as Ataris You sold into slavery The system I pimps, I limps like a Charley Horse. Bring the chorus! [Hook] Ain't it boss, playa? Homie, don't it be like that When it be like that When it's G like that? Ain't it boss, playa? Homie you can't leave like that When you bleed like that You won't be right back Ain't it boss, playa? What, you think we freeze right up When you breeze right up? Don't you bleed like us? Ain't it boss, playa? Paper makin' on top Playa hatin' won't stop Percolatin' on lock Ain't it boss, playa? [Verse 2: Lupe Fiasco] If it's getting too hot Better go'on out the galley I'm a top cat, homes Got a phone in the alley And I locks that down When I zone, understand me And I drop rap poems Like domes on the Caddy When the top back Go'on better stop that Like cops when you clock that Brougham goin' over the speed limit You spot that Somethin's been thrown like bones And you combin' for baggies And you see it's weed in his seat Me an' my man G Had a home in the valley And I just left New York And I'm goin' back to Cali Where I chop that, yup Gotta bone me a sal'ry And I'm back in the cut Still hungry as Shaggy Like I need that So free that the fee that See that keep it copasetic Don't do nothin' sudden Push the bu*ton Hustlin' to keep my leverage, uh! You can't destroy me Know who them boys be? I ain't no employee! I'm the boss, playa! [Hook] [Verse 3: Gemstones] I'm pimpin' with playas that be pimpin' I'm pimpin' this broad But how could one man be so pimpin'? sh**-if pimpin' is hard Cuz goofies k** for that nookie even clap at they dogs Givin' they Heart to these chickens, I'm unstrappin' they bras Lendin' they Cars to these chickens even platinum cards All in the Mall with these chickens puttin' carats on arms I have 'em Posin' in pictures with my shaft in they jaws Laughin' cuz dro in my system Plus I'm havin' a ball Coulda been somewhere with open liquor Drivin' the Porsche Ain't too many rich as flows as this in Robber Report Properties bought Believe I seen that watch in the sauce Hot but his force Monopoly's my hobby and yours' Probably sports! It's obvious you saw me. Get lost! Give me some privacy See how many rocks in that cross You think of robbin' me But you don't want no problems young boy You wanna ride with me Make a choice the option is yours Ain't it boss, playa? [Hook] [Verse 4: Bishop G] Man the game ain't the same since the 'caine done stopped DEA's done slowed up the game 'round near Brainerd Park 'Bout the same time Greg Got shot in the head n***a Pack got his momma's house Took by the feds But of course what you expect When you pitchin' where you rest Holdin' rocks beneath your tongue Wearin' slippers on your steps But for what? A couple pennies Not enough to by a semi So the corners of the dean was racin' n***as yellin 'Gimmie' That reminds me little Kenny got shot three months ago (damn.) Fresh out the hospital; shot three weeks ago (damn!) Come to find out only difference from the first Was the n***as that just got him ain't no different from the first And I wonder whatta happened to his crazy brother Spider Used to be my 'lil roadie back in 1995 so Last I heard he's doin' robbin' Shot some n***a in the Gardens He sat in the body cast behind the gla** next to the sergeant [Hook]