's nothing I can say [x2] She rockin' that shit like [Rick Ross:] Fresh as a black president one Air force ones in my air force one (obama) Is it all a dream
someone assassinate, And I feel like MLK Yeah... I have a dream to be your worst nightmare, And now meet the boss of the cartel. [Verse 2: Rick Ross
this town with the key to that boss All my cars black on black except the one with big gloss Got another white on white I call that Rick Ross, Ross You
he aint have nothing he used to stall em now I with the boss dogg, all the bad hoes want him and my pockets on swole, I?m talking Rick Ross big and now
black gon back, I got pistols on deck They gave cuz seven flat, how many niggas gon rat Check my tats, ya neva heard of dis ya suppose to man It had
Rick ross: Trilla Birdman: brrrr! Webbie: the lil soldier wit nothin clear to see wasn't nobody handin him shit Ridin round town glamour and glistenin
shoes "New" as "York" Still skinnin them chickens, that's food for thought I'm a blockstar - BOSS, Frank Lucas in the flesh Fila's sweatsuits, three Cuban's
assassinate, And I feel like MLK Yeah... I have a dream to be your worst nightmare, And now meet the boss of the cartel. [Verse 2: Rick Ross] I'm a
with the crucifix So much ice in it makes it all gin & juice with this B O double S that's my nigga ROSS And that's my Cali connect, cause I can get it
the movement. I introduce you to the projects, I introduce you to the hood I introduce you to the ghetto, I introduce you to Rick Ross The boss is back
nothing he used to stall em now I with the boss dogg, all the bad hoes want him and my pockets on swole, I'm talking Rick Ross big and now when we shop
ever smoke Weed I can't pronounce man This shit would leave Rosetta stoned This man can single handedly save the culture You got no spark you need some lighter man
shit like The way you rockin' that up in this club There's nothing I can say [x2] She rockin' that shit like [Rick Ross:] Fresh as a black president