Dre

Girl I gotta do what I gotta do
Change my life (Change my life)
Make things right (Make things right)
And girl I'm a bad boy so I gotta do what I gotta do
Risk my life (Risk my life)
In the late night (In the late night)
Cause girl I'm a bad boy yeahhhhhh

I know at times you feel stressed out
But I'm tryin' to set you up so later I can buy you up this guest house
But for now I gotta hug the block
I know you sick of visits from undercover cops
Runnin' to the kitchen tryin to hide the box
Just give me a minute and I'm gonna flood you with rocks
I gotta wicked jump shot but let's be real
Aint no scouts gonna give a sad nigga a deal
I gotta do what I gotta do that's whats up
What's with this new attitude you know bitch that is what's up
I'm a Bad Boy like 'Mike Lawry'
How you think you got that rainbow Louis
Not with a legal job's salary

Ma' we got you stuck off the realness
You know the infamous
You heard of us
It's your Bad Boy business men
Me and Joey Crack gettin' benjamins
Sittin' in the Vanquish, the same color as cinnamon
Ma' I'm tryin' to be your knight and shinin'
To put you in the house on the Cayman Islands
Spend your whole life with stylin'
With that light that got me
Through it all you was right behind me
And ma' I know I gotta change
But right now a nigga is dealing with alot of things
It's not the same
Girl with me you can achieve whatever
But I can't change, I'm a Bad Boy forever

[Chorus: Rick Ross (Dre)]
Designer jeans, and a hand full of dough (Yeah)
Bottle of the Jose, pass me some more
I got, more cars, more cars, more clothes, more clothes
More money means more dough to blow (blow)
More money means more dough to blow (blow)
More money means more dough for blow

[Rick Ross]
Way up in them Cali Hills, burnin' like the sun set
A nigga with a attitude, take it outta context
Riding with them big things, lookin' like a bomb threat
Bin Laden beard, afghan in a bomb vest
Ross, stranded on the death row
Makavali's on the Maybach, kicks retro
She wanna gaze at the stars
Through a panoramic view, pullin' haze out the jar
Rick Ross, I'm the best in the flesh
Getting blessed on the ?, it's a way to reflect
Hard work pays off, I'm a boss, you can tell
By the bottles in the pail, and the models that we share
I'm in a realist state, and a realist state of mind
We came from trigger play, kill a nigga for a dime
I'm tryna chill today, I got a million on my mind
Dice in my hand, one roll, I blow your mind

[Chorus]

[Rick Ross]
More trips, more whips, more money, I'm more rich
More haters, more clips, more jewels, more Chris
Half a hundred grand and some rubber bands
? off fast in my other hand
On the other hand, I'm still pitchin' underhand
All soft balls, all bases covered man
More trucks, more bucks, more freaks, more butts
I see the vision, from club vision to ?
I get brain, I bust nuts in each states
Soon as I see what I'm lookin' for
I sit up in that seat and cut em' off on them 24's, there it goes
Baby girl, come talk with the boss
I pop a Jose bottle, you can kick your shoes off

[Chorus]

[Rick Ross]
Ever seen a fat boy in a big body
Know you wanna sit by me, all you do is think bout it
Lease apartments to get kicked out it
Next day, buy a condo to get a kick out it
We don't take you for the view, this is what I do
When I'm on the beach, all my diamonds are water blue (Ross)
Let's party like the pack jam, Pac Man
Fifty grand, stacked in my lap man
Get a lap dance (and if you get my dick hard)
This your last chance (to hop up in that big car)
With the Fat Man (certified Hood Star)
But he a millionaire (look bitch I'm going far)
This the movement, a few niggas you wanna move with
Gucci on my feet, see I'm only in that new shit
Ha, they say life's a bitch
But close your eyes for a minute, and just bite this dick, it's Ross

[Chorus: x2]

[Chorus]
Run how you want, boss
Chill how you want, boss
Floss how you want, boss
Do whatcha like
Go rock your chain, boss
Pour that champagne, boss
Keep getting paid, boss
Do Whatcha like
Ross, la la, la la, la la
Do Whatcha like
Ross,la la, la la, la la
Do Whatcha like

[Verse 1]
As I'm poppin' my collar, black on black antique impala
She ain't gotta speak 'cause my speakers let her know that I'm ballin
They call me the boss, I be calling the shots
It's Ricky Ross, that boy be ballin a lot
That boy be ridin' big, that boy be ridin' rim's
Not the flats but the fish 'cause they just swim
New York to the west, you a boss if you fresh
Scuff your shoes, wipe em down
Now get back on your two step
Stunting is boss
Shining is boss
Grand daddy kush, or the purt, yellow diamonds is boss
That dime a boss, She fine as a house
And she driving a porche, She designed for a boss

[Chorus]
Run how you want, boss
Chill how you want, boss
Floss how you want, boss
Do whatcha like
Go rock your chain, boss
Pour that champagne, boss
Keep getting paid, boss
Do Whatcha like
Ross, la la, la la, la la
Do Whatcha like
Ross,la la, la la, la la
Do Whatcha like

[Verse 2]
I'm ridin' big, I'm hoping lanes
My chevy thang, Got this chickens all insane
Look at my stones tap dancing on the bezzle
Bad baby at the rollie, lap dancing and wanna kiss me
Oh no, 'cause of my chain
'cause of my bling like a peacock standing on my ring
'cause I'm a boss, I'm a spend it
I'm a floss, I'm a winner
You the loss, all these niggas
Sprinkle soft 'cause I'm the pepper and the salt
Whatcha feel, whatcha like
Whatcha want, what's your type
I done seen it, done it twice, bought it up the same night
'cause I'm a boss, its Ricky Ross
If you buy, if you spend it, fuck the cost
You's a boss, You a boss

[Chorus]
Run how you want, boss
Chill how you want, boss
Floss how you want, boss
Do whatcha like
Go rock your chain, boss
Pour that champagne, boss
Keep getting paid, boss
Do Whatcha like
Ross, la la, la la, la la
Do Whatcha like
Ross,la la, la la, la la
Do Whatcha like

[Verse 3]
Before the block got whipped
And they Pistol got ripped
Before you got any chips
You got permission from the boss
On a mission for the charts, out-smart my competition
Composition so sharp, so dark ,so vivid
26's on the old school
Pro tools session
Got the old school ho's
Acting brand new sweating
Brand new tennis chain, fancy pockets on my jeans
Headed for the walk dude, fore' they win him on the stage
Two a day, super pay
Stupid brain from a model
Triple see a hundred deep
And everybody got a bottle
Got a bottle full of purp
Full of work, no leachin'
Blew 50 last weekend, if you looking for a reason
I'm the boss

[Chorus]
Run how you want, boss
Chill how you want, boss
Floss how you want, boss
Do whatcha like
Go rock your chain, boss
Pour that champagne, boss
Keep getting paid, boss
Do Whatcha like
Ross, la la, la la, la la
Do Whatcha like
Ross,la la, la la, la la
Do Whatcha like

(tash)
Smoke this blunt
Yo, everybody grab a seat, welcome to smoke fest '99
I'm glad you all could make it
As you can see admission was free this smoke fest this year
All the weed you see is free, but the blunts cost sixty bucks baby
(sixty bucks? ? !!)

Catashtraphe, I shoot it through, dipped in twenty-four karats
If y'all niggas don't feel me, then I blame it on your parents
'cause tash f**k it up, don't twist it up wit luck
My style is cold like I bought it off the icecream truck
Listen here, tash be crashin niggas wit my beer
Tash be partied down as f**k swingin off the chandelier
Tash be here, tash be there
Tash be everywhere it's poppin
I'm here to let you know f**kin wit me's not an option
'cause tash is my name, tash'll start it wit a bang
Tash'll end it wit a *gun shots* that's not the same thing
Tash'll split your frame, tash swings like gold chains
I be rollin wit king t, and we all in the same game
But enough about catash, let's talk about some skrill
You know it's bout to pop if likwit crew is on the bill
You can ask my nigga phil how real this is, the weed
Smoke fest '99 burn something to the beat

*tash in background*
Damn man, y'all came all the way from where, man?
"all the way from mobile, alabama."
Oh yeah, you came to smoke some blunt?
"yessir, we came to smoke some blunts wit you baby."

Smoke, smoke fest time

(big boi)
Yeah yeah yeah
I was lookin to get my skull blowed up like kid dynamtie
The time is right
Be ridin the track so fiercely that it seems I'm already high tonight
But I'm not though just on them black & mild's
And people thinkin I'm the wild one 'cause I be flippin
And rippin the track and verbally attackin on yo' style for fun
Higher soul but to please myself I gotta be composin that fly shit
And you notifying alkaholiks daily
So punk muf**ker you better dub bitch
What do you need boy, rap and some my boys are still in the trap
I mean the dope spot, but the slangin got my snappin like the rope hot
I can be the player you wanna bust wit
Or nigga you don't even wanna go f**k wit
Or nup wit, you suck dick, so why you all up on my nuts quick
I hold the microphone and that's wit a vice grip
Really tightly, and I'm keepin the words crystal clear
So you gon' correct when you try to bite thee
Very nicely, aquemini my nigga, not a pisces
But I likely, gon' fetch a sack of that green stuff
While I write g, yeah yeah right

(dre)
Yeah, check this out yeah
Hard life, now picture this
A nigga in jail, rappin while his folk in the next cell
Tappin wit some spoons, we do rank the boom boom
Fresh off a planet wit sand dunes and maroon moons
Soakin wet wounds, titty tanglin tunes
Musty under arms, soul shlong charm


Bump off in the drums, rhythm on the one
Stankonious under smellin where I'm comin from son
The day you bone is when you start to die
The time in between us will mean the most, I toast my high
Shit gets so bad, I know it make you wanna cry
But suck it up, button up, go ahead and do your thing
For I'm already high

Smoke, smoke fest time

(phil the agony)
Yo yo yo
Whenever I'm writing, you can call me philly titan
Receiting to you an interview like phil donahue
Me and my crew, translate los angeles
Scandalous, like watergate
Phil on the break, phil on the break
Phil/fill in the blank, it feels bad like gettin shanked
File up your taxes, I'm writin exact on my axis
From my head down to my air max's
Phil waxes and relaxs
Phil also fills up mental food up in your ? deadly gases?
My name is jason when I fill out my application
To the nation, niggas is gonna get in filled what they facin
Phil/feel the ration, phil/feel the adrenaline
I penetrate like penicillin, niggas be like "phil is illin!"
Phil is willin and ready
Phil is raw like eddie
Phil be cuttin up like machetes and confetti
Deadly, phil/feel the pain when I walk through the rain
Niggas be like "he sayin phil again, phil again, phil again"

Smoke, smoke fest time

(tash)
Hey hey hey
Peace rap world, I'd like to make a special announcement right about now
We have a special guest that just stepped in the house
You know this man, he the smokiest cat in rap music
He goes by the name of the doctor greenthumb, smoke em out

(b-real)
Now I be, rollin and smokin
And holdin the golden sack
When my lungs be gettin swollen, hittin the bong foldin
For chronic ironic, growin the hydroponic
We got it, robotic hits you on melodic tricks of sonic
Smoke fest, expandin your chest
Buddah bless best, for you to step back 'cause your lyrics are like cess weed
Yes indeed, the session you need to retrieve it
It's ten niggas in a circle smokin a spliff, believe it
Retrieve it, over the counter, can you conceive it
I give you doctor greenthumb digits, don't repeat it
The brew crew and the buddah masters together
Gettin you higher and f**kin you up that much faster
Six sacks, blunt leafs, pipes and bong-bowls
All be gettin smoked at the buddah head shows
Excuse me if it seems too complicated
The herb I hold is platinum while yours is nickel plated
Let me mash out, I'm breakin the stash out, the hash out
I roll into the studio and smoke my nigga tash out
Wit that doctor greenthumb shit, know what I mean?

Smoke, smoke fest time

intro) Andre
Yeah this one right here goes out to all the baby's mamas, mamas...
Mamas, mamas, baby mamas, mamas
Yeah, go like this

hook)
I'm sorry Ms. Jackson [OOOH]
I am for real
Never meant to make your daughter cry
I apoligize a trillion times
I'm sorry Ms. Jackson [OOOH]
I am for real
Never meant to make your daughter cry
I apoligize a trillion times

verse1) Big Boi
A baby drama mama, don't like me
She doing things like havin her boys some from her neighborhood
To the studio tryin to fight me
She need to get a, piece of the american pie and take her bite out
That's my house, I disconnect the cable and turn the lights out
And let her know her grandchild is a baby, and not a paycheck
Private schools, daycare, shit, medical bills, I'll pay that
I love your mom and everything, see I aint the one who laid down
She wanna rip you up started cussin you all, my lawyer stay down
She never got to hear my side of the story we was divided
She had fifths out, cookouts, on my child's birthday I aint invited
Despite it, show her the utmost respect when I fall through
All you, do is defend that lady when I call you, yeah

hook)
I'm sorry Ms. Jackson [OOOH]
I am for real
Never meant to make your daughter cry
I apologize a trillion times
I'm sorry Ms. Jackson [OOOH]
I am for real
Never meant to make your daughter cry
I apologize a trillion times

verse2) Andre
Me and you daughter
Got a special thing going on
You say it's puppy love
We say it's full grown
Hope that we feel this
Feel this way forever
You can plan a pretty picnic
But you can't predict the weather, Ms. Jackson
Ten times out of nine, now if I'm blind fine
The quickest muzzle throw it on my mouth and I'll decline
King meets queen, then the puppy love thing, together dream
Bout that crib with the goodyear swing
On the oak tree, I hope we feel like this forever
Forever, forever, ever, forever, ever?
Forever never seems that long until your grown
And notice that the day by day rule can't be too long
Ms. Jackson my intentions were good I wish I could
Become a magician to abracadabra off to Sata
Thoughts of me, thoughts of she, thoughts of he
Askin what happened to the feelin that her and me
Had, I pray so much about it need some knee, pads
It happened for a reason one can't be, mad
So just know that everything is cool
Yes I will be present on the first day of school, and graduation

hook)
I'm sorry Ms. Jackson [OOOH]
I am for real
Never meant to make your daughter cry
I apologize a trillion times
I'm sorry Ms. Jackson [OOOH]
I am for real
Never meant to make your daughter cry
I apologize a trillion times

verse3) Big Boi
Uh, uh, yeah "Look at the way he treats me," shit, look at the way you treat me
See your lil nose ass homegirls got they ass in the creek G
Without a pad on, you left the straddlin, ride this thing on out
And the union girl aint speakin no more cuz my dick all in her mouth
Know what I'm talking about, jealousy, and fedelity, envy
Cheating, beating, and to the G's they be the same thing
So who you placing the blame on, you keep singing the same song
Let bygones be bygones, you can go on and get the hell on
You and your mama

hook)
I'm sorry Ms. Jackson [OOOH]
I am for real
Never meant to make your daughter cry
I apologize a trillion time
I'm sorry Ms. Jackson [OOOH]
I am for real
Never meant to make your daughter cry
I apologize a trillion times
I'm sorry Ms. Jackson [OOOH]
I am for real
Never meant to make your daughter cry
I apologize a trillion times
I'm sorry Ms. Jackson [OOOH]
I am for real
Never meant to make your daughter cry
I apologize a trillion times

[Chorus: Rick Ross (Dre)]
Designer jeans, and a hand full of dough (Yeah)
Bottle of the Jose, pass me some more
I got, more cars, more cars, more clothes, more clothes
More money means more dough to blow (blow)
More money means more dough to blow (blow)
More money means more dough for blow

[Rick Ross]
Way up in them Cali Hills, burnin' like the sun set
A nigga with a attitude, take it outta context
Riding with them big things, lookin' like a bomb threat
Bin Laden beard, afghan in a bomb vest
Ross, stranded on the death row
Makavali's on the Maybach, kicks retro
She wanna gaze at the stars
Through a panoramic view, pullin' haze out the jar
Rick Ross, I'm the best in the flesh
Getting blessed on the ?, it's a way to reflect
Hard work pays off, I'm a boss, you can tell
By the bottles in the pail, and the models that we share
I'm in a realist state, and a realist state of mind
We came from trigger play, kill a nigga for a dime
I'm tryna chill today, I got a million on my mind
Dice in my hand, one roll, I blow your mind

[Chorus]

[Rick Ross]
More trips, more whips, more money, I'm more rich
More haters, more clips, more jewels, more Chris
Half a hundred grand and some rubber bands
? off fast in my other hand
On the other hand, I'm still pitchin' underhand
All soft balls, all bases covered man
More trucks, more bucks, more freaks, more butts
I see the vision, from club vision to ?
I get brain, I bust nuts in each states
Soon as I see what I'm lookin' for
I sit up in that seat and cut em' off on them 24's, there it goes
Baby girl, come talk with the boss
I pop a Jose bottle, you can kick your shoes off

[Chorus]

[Rick Ross]
Ever seen a fat boy in a big body
Know you wanna sit by me, all you do is think bout it
Lease apartments to get kicked out it
Next day, buy a condo to get a kick out it
We don't take you for the view, this is what I do
When I'm on the beach, all my diamonds are water blue (Ross)
Let's party like the pack jam, Pac Man
Fifty grand, stacked in my lap man
Get a lap dance (and if you get my dick hard)
This your last chance (to hop up in that big car)
With the Fat Man (certified Hood Star)
But he a millionaire (look bitch I'm going far)
This the movement, a few niggas you wanna move with
Gucci on my feet, see I'm only in that new shit
Ha, they say life's a bitch
But close your eyes for a minute, and just bite this dick, it's Ross

[Chorus: x2]