Biografía:
Rick Ross (nacido como William Roberts en Carol City, Florida en 1977) es un rapero afroamericano del norte de Miami en el Condado de Miami-Dade.
Su primera aparición musical oficial fue en el single "Told Y'all" de Trina ya por 2002. Firmó por Slip-N-Slide Records, que desde 2005 esta distribuido bajo Def Jam Records.
Su segundo álbum salió a la venta a principios del 2008, con la ayuda de los productores Cool & Dre y con colaboraciones de gente como T-Pain
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¡Cuatro años de duro trabajo!Este mes de mayo cumplimos cuatro años al aire. Seguimos trabajando en la difusión de este maravilloso instrumento, ¡gracias por participar en nuestra historia!
[Intro]
Am
Sometimes I be wanting to say, "Fuck the world!"
Am
I don't give a fuck!
Bm
I'll shoot it out with all you bitches
C
Bitches don't love me
Young black nigga, nigga fighting the world, nigga
Bm
Everywhere you go, bitches throwing rocks, nigga
Am
Man, a nigga in a Lamborghini
[Verse 1]
Am
Seen a Cuban kilo, I was 15 (huh)
Dealin' yayo, never had my teeth cleaned
Bm
Restricted license but I'm so divisive
I know the snipers and I flow the nicest (woo)
C
Fresher than Groovey Lew at a Coogi shoot (ahh)
A multiple weapons in my new Gucci boots
Bm
The bank account done caught the holy ghost (huh)
I say the bank account done caught the holy ghost
Am
Hot pastrami for my Jewish chicks
Eight days of Christmas, every day a newer gift
Bm
I'm Michael Jackson to the rich niggas
That leather jacket, baby, with the 6 zippers
C
Suicide, or rather crucified (huh)
G
I prophesize your whole crew demise
Bm
Mutulu wife reside in Cuba, nigga
Shoot you, let you bleed out, it's how they do a nigga
[Interlude]
Am Bm C
Huh! Huh!
G
You niggas don't believe in God
Bm
From this very moment, you should believe in God (uh)
[Verse 2]
Am
Half of my niggas headed to Attica
Either traffickin' or destined to be a janitor
Bm
Diabetes rampant in my blood line
That why fat boy be happy to see the sunshine
C
I'm here for results, baby, let's cut to chase
G
Sticky fingers and paper, D.A. will drop the case (woo)
Bm
Art Basel with Lyor I blew 300 with 'em (huh)
2 seaters for all the soldiers who runnin' with 'em (ahh)
Am
Ask 100 women, yeah they wanna hit 'em
I be half awake and still be runnin' in 'em (woo)
Bm
Two new liter Sprite to get me through the night
Bowlin' alley in the basement but we still shootin' dice (haha)
C
Rich forever, killa take my old advice (yeah)
G
Better yet, take my old bitches and mold 'em right (talk)
Bm
And if I want her back, I come and take her back (boss)
Santorini Greece, I put it on the map
[Interlude]
Am Bm C G
Some points you niggas gotta be grateful
Bm
Mutulu Shakur
I know your dreads touching the floor, nigga
[Verse 3]
Am
We in the last days, these racist agendas
Blatant double standards because I'm a nigga
Bm
Jesse Jackson on them people payroll (fuck him)
When you black, lips chapped 'cause the game cold
C
I'm givin' niggas jobs when I sing songs (let's go)
White man love me when I get my bling on (nigga)
Bm
But you hate me buyin' real estate in foreign land (what)
Respect my genius, all my people Portishead (what)
Am
Room full of cloaks and they countin' votes
Million man march and I'm takin' notes (huh)
Bm
Made it to the top, you thought they saw a ghost (yeah)
Facin' tax evasion, niggas sell they soul
C
So sellin' dope was the path we chose
And now it's boats and the Belaire Rose (woo)
Bm
Rich niggas in the set and stone (woo)
Neck rocky, Sylvester Stallone (woo)
Am
See me in Capri or them Andes (huh)
Santorini, Greece with a dime piece (huh)
Bm
My money long, you know I'm out your reach (nigga)
Only fat nigga joggin' on the beach (haha)
C
Versace underwear but see the ass crack (ha)
Oblivious to how rapid my cash stack
Bm
I'm a pistol totter, fuck I'm votin' for? (fuck 'em)
If I could, I'd drop a bomb, let's take 'em all to war (fuck 'em)
Am
My favorite shorty out of Baltimore (yeah)
Every Chanel you know I bought it for her (I got that)
Bm
All the arguments she never called the law
I was never home but hid the money in the walls
C
Constant visits from the A.T.F
G
So I copped some cribs in the A.T.L.
Bm
Martha Stewart decorated both (ha)
Snoop Dogg donated the smoke
[Outro]
Am Bm C
This Chinese arithmetic, and it all add up
G
It all add up
Bm
Big Dog, Big Boss
Am
Huh! Huh!
Am
Sometimes I be wanting to say, "Fuck the world!"
Am
I don't give a fuck!
Bm
I'll shoot it out with all you bitches
C
Bitches don't love me
Young black nigga, nigga fighting the world, nigga
Bm
Everywhere you go, bitches throwing rocks, nigga
Am
Man, a nigga in a Lamborghini
[Verse 1]
Am
Seen a Cuban kilo, I was 15 (huh)
Dealin' yayo, never had my teeth cleaned
Bm
Restricted license but I'm so divisive
I know the snipers and I flow the nicest (woo)
C
Fresher than Groovey Lew at a Coogi shoot (ahh)
A multiple weapons in my new Gucci boots
Bm
The bank account done caught the holy ghost (huh)
I say the bank account done caught the holy ghost
Am
Hot pastrami for my Jewish chicks
Eight days of Christmas, every day a newer gift
Bm
I'm Michael Jackson to the rich niggas
That leather jacket, baby, with the 6 zippers
C
Suicide, or rather crucified (huh)
G
I prophesize your whole crew demise
Bm
Mutulu wife reside in Cuba, nigga
Shoot you, let you bleed out, it's how they do a nigga
[Interlude]
Am Bm C
Huh! Huh!
G
You niggas don't believe in God
Bm
From this very moment, you should believe in God (uh)
[Verse 2]
Am
Half of my niggas headed to Attica
Either traffickin' or destined to be a janitor
Bm
Diabetes rampant in my blood line
That why fat boy be happy to see the sunshine
C
I'm here for results, baby, let's cut to chase
G
Sticky fingers and paper, D.A. will drop the case (woo)
Bm
Art Basel with Lyor I blew 300 with 'em (huh)
2 seaters for all the soldiers who runnin' with 'em (ahh)
Am
Ask 100 women, yeah they wanna hit 'em
I be half awake and still be runnin' in 'em (woo)
Bm
Two new liter Sprite to get me through the night
Bowlin' alley in the basement but we still shootin' dice (haha)
C
Rich forever, killa take my old advice (yeah)
G
Better yet, take my old bitches and mold 'em right (talk)
Bm
And if I want her back, I come and take her back (boss)
Santorini Greece, I put it on the map
[Interlude]
Am Bm C G
Some points you niggas gotta be grateful
Bm
Mutulu Shakur
I know your dreads touching the floor, nigga
[Verse 3]
Am
We in the last days, these racist agendas
Blatant double standards because I'm a nigga
Bm
Jesse Jackson on them people payroll (fuck him)
When you black, lips chapped 'cause the game cold
C
I'm givin' niggas jobs when I sing songs (let's go)
White man love me when I get my bling on (nigga)
Bm
But you hate me buyin' real estate in foreign land (what)
Respect my genius, all my people Portishead (what)
Am
Room full of cloaks and they countin' votes
Million man march and I'm takin' notes (huh)
Bm
Made it to the top, you thought they saw a ghost (yeah)
Facin' tax evasion, niggas sell they soul
C
So sellin' dope was the path we chose
And now it's boats and the Belaire Rose (woo)
Bm
Rich niggas in the set and stone (woo)
Neck rocky, Sylvester Stallone (woo)
Am
See me in Capri or them Andes (huh)
Santorini, Greece with a dime piece (huh)
Bm
My money long, you know I'm out your reach (nigga)
Only fat nigga joggin' on the beach (haha)
C
Versace underwear but see the ass crack (ha)
Oblivious to how rapid my cash stack
Bm
I'm a pistol totter, fuck I'm votin' for? (fuck 'em)
If I could, I'd drop a bomb, let's take 'em all to war (fuck 'em)
Am
My favorite shorty out of Baltimore (yeah)
Every Chanel you know I bought it for her (I got that)
Bm
All the arguments she never called the law
I was never home but hid the money in the walls
C
Constant visits from the A.T.F
G
So I copped some cribs in the A.T.L.
Bm
Martha Stewart decorated both (ha)
Snoop Dogg donated the smoke
[Outro]
Am Bm C
This Chinese arithmetic, and it all add up
G
It all add up
Bm
Big Dog, Big Boss
Am
Huh! Huh!
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