(feat. Rick Ross) [Intro:] This is, This is, This is, This is... Chevy Ridin' High... (Ross) Chevy Ridin' High... Chevy, Chevy Ridin' High Chevy
[Intro: Sean Kingston] (Rick Ross) (*The Game) Yah mon!!! JR!!! Sean Kingston yuh know (Ross!) (*And the doctor's advocate) Beluga Heights! (*Let's go
get back what they lost (EYY!) Blood of a Black Panther, a born boss STILL gettin letters from the penitentiary "Freeway" Rick Ross and even Lil' Jimmy
liar [Rick Ross] One love to the gangs, but I'm in the thangs Save the colors for the cars, see we kill for the fame (Ross) The boss made it, yeah,
hurt you Beat you out your shirt and your shoes, punch ya chin off But a pound put your face on your chest like Rick Ross Bitch boy, you nigga Jill Scott
Rolette So fresh that you ain't gotta take a drug test Apple bottom, shake it, turn it into sauce T-Pain, Rick Ross, yup I'm the biggest boss Little
Dudes from the South migrated this way North Lookin for the higher pay of course Led by the forces they became big bosses Like Rick Ross is, the city
gay Yeah, you gay. You fuckin faggot And I'm adverse with 30 rhymes I let them have it Battlefield with fast cash, you never grab it I post up with big blunts & Maserati Rick Ross
(feat. Legacy) [sampling "Emerald City Sequence" from The Wiz] [x4:] You, got to have FLASH, and FLAIR [Intro: L.E.G.A.C.Y.] Hehe, gotta have flash
[Intro: Rick Ross - talking] [Rick Ross:] Now she dealing with a boss Rocks in the ear So much work in the crib You can smell it from over here The
(performed by Wale and Rick Ross, featuring Jadakiss) [Rick Ross:] 600 Benz, house 600 grand That was 6 years ago, whips come from Japan I get that
[Intro - Rick Ross Talking] Self made Gotta handle your own I'mma handle mine [Verse 1 - Wale] They tried and tell me I don't fit up in this motha fucka
[Intro:] Yo I wonder if Langston Hughes and Alex Hailey got blazed before they told stories, Well I'm gonna get blazed before I tell y'all stories,
you like [Verse 1: Sabre] Don't mind me slip in on the low key And unlock dreams like I'm martin Luther king Reserve my time only for the real No trill Rick ross
of keys, Holla at them haitians, let them know this licks on me. What's up? Dade. [Rick Ross:] [Intro:] You see him. You see him. Ross. You see
a real man who can take her to the Grammys, You know I'm rollin' big, I'm a motha fuckin' boss, Hustle, (Hustlin'/Hustlin') baby call me Rick Ross, I'
make it all seem so simple Rock the mic with my quintessential, fundamental Killing them off, Christbearer the boss The young Rick Ross on the freeway