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Dre f/ Rick Ross Lyrics
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La la, la la (this is, the movement, this is, Ross, Triple C's)
305 M-I yayo
Run how you want, boss (yeah)
Chill how you want, boss (yeah)
Floss how you want, boss (yeah)
Do whatcha like (woo)
Go rock your chain, boss (yeah)
Keep getting paid, boss (yeah)
Do whatcha like (woo)
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' (ballin')
They call me the boss (boss), I be calling the shots (shots)
It's Ricky Ross, that boy be ballin a lot (lot)
That boy be ridin' big (big), that boy be ridin' rims (rims)
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 (boss)
Shining is boss (boss)
Grand daddy kush, or the purt, yellow diamonds is boss (boss)
That dime a boss (boss), She fine as a house (house)
And she driving a porche (porche), She designed for a boss
Run how you want, boss (yeah)
Chill how you want, boss (yeah)
Floss how you want, boss (yeah)
Do whatcha like (woo)
Go rock your chain, boss (yeah)
Pour that champagne, boss (yeah)
Keep getting paid, boss (yeah)
Do whatcha like (woo)
Ross, la la, Ross la la, Ross la la
Do whatcha like
Ross, la la, Ross la la, Ross la la
Do whatcha like
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 (no), 'cause of my chain (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 in the south
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 (uh), its Ricky Ross (Ross)
If you buy, if you spend it, fuck the cost
You's a boss, You a boss
Run how you want, boss (yeah)
Chill how you want, boss (yeah)
Floss how you want, boss (yeah)
Do whatcha like (woo)
Go rock your chain, boss (yeah)
Pour that champagne, boss (yeah)
Keep getting paid, boss (yeah)
Do whatcha like (woo)
Ross, la la, Ross la la, Ross la la
Do whatcha like
Ross, la la, Ross la la, Ross la la
Do whatcha like
Before a rock 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 C 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
Run how you want, boss (yeah)
Chill how you want, boss (yeah)
Floss how you want, boss (yeah)
Do whatcha like (woo)
Go rock your chain, boss Triple C's(yeah)
Pour that champagne, boss (yeah)
Keep getting paid, boss (yeah)
Do whatcha like (woo)
Ross, la la, Ross la la, Ross la la
Do whatcha like
Ross, la la, Ross la la, Ross la la
Do whatcha like
The song "Boss" by Dre featuring Rick Ross is an anthem of life as a boss. The opening lines are a chant of the words "la la" that serves as a prelude to Ross's verse about the life of a boss. The chorus urges people to run, chill, floss, and do what they want, like a boss. The song is about Ross's luxury life, including his cars, jewelry, and women. He calls himself the boss that makes all the shots and claims to be heavily loaded with cash. The last verse is about proving himself as a boss by staying ahead of his competitors and being successful.
The song's message is something that many people aspire to achieve as it encapsulates the concept of the American Dream of success and accomplishment in one's life. People want to be bosses, and the song is a motivational anthem to encourage listeners to achieve that lifestyle. The song also highlights Ross's success in the music industry, where he is known to be one of the biggest names in the business.
Overall, the song's primary message is to follow your dreams and become the boss of your own life, regardless of what that means for you.
Line by Line Meaning
La la, la la, la la (this is, this is, Ross)
Ross announces his presence with a musical intro.
La la, la la (this is, the movement, this is, Ross, Triple C's)
Ross and his Triple C's crew declare they are the movement.
305 M-I yayo
Reference to Miami’s most dominant drug and cocaine.
Run how you want, boss (yeah)
As the boss, you have the right to run things how you see fit.
Chill how you want, boss (yeah)
The boss has the power to relax and enjoy themselves as they see fit.
Floss how you want, boss (yeah)
The boss can show off as much as they want in their attire and accessories.
Do whatcha like (woo)
Being a boss means you have the freedom to do whatever you want.
Go rock your chain, boss (yeah)
A boss can wear whatever jewelry they like without fear of judgement.
Pour that champagne, boss (yeah)
Bosses can indulge in luxury drinks like champagne without any guilt.
Keep getting paid, boss (yeah)
The boss is always striving to make money and accumulate wealth.
Ross, la la, Ross la la, Ross la la
Ross repeats his name to further demonstrate his dominance.
I'm ridin' big, I'm hoping lanes
Ross is driving a large luxury vehicle with confidence on the road.
My chevy thang, Got this chickens all insane
Ross's car is attracting attention from women, and he revels in it.
Look at my stones tap dancing on the bezzle
Ross points to his flashy jewelry and how it resembles a tap dancer's feet.
Bad baby at the rollie, lap dancing and wanna kiss me
A woman is drawn to Ross because of his wealth and status as a boss.
'Cause of my chain (chain), 'Cause of my bling'
Ross's expensive jewelry grabs attention and commands respect.
'Cause I'm a boss, I'm a spend it, I'm a floss, I'm a winner
Ross is proud to be a boss and enjoys the spoils of his success.
You the loss, all these niggas, sprinkle soft 'cause I'm the pepper in the south
Ross asserts his dominance over anyone who is not a boss, and he is the standout Southern rapper.
Two a day, super pay, Stupid brain from a model
Ross boasts about his lavish lifestyle, including multiple sexual encounters with models, and earning large sums of money.
Triple C a hundred deep, And everybody got a bottle
Ross's Triple C crew is made up of 100 members, and everyone has a bottle of alcohol to enjoy.
Got a bottle full of purp, Full of work, no leachin'
Ross has access to drugs and is not sharing with anyone except for paying customers.
Blew 50 last weekend, if you looking for a reason
Ross spent $50k over the weekend and is unapologetic for it.
Before a rock got whipped, And they Pistol got ripped
Ross asserts that he was a boss before anyone else in the game.
Before you got any chips, You got permission from the boss
Ross is the ultimate authority figure, and everyone needs his permission to have any level of success.
On a mission for the charts, out-smart my competition
Ross is actively pursuing the goal of being at the top of the music charts and will outsmart his rivals to get there.
Composition so sharp, so dark, so vivid
Ross's lyrical abilities are on point with dark and vivid imagery.
Headed for the walk dude, fore' they win him on the stage
Ross's walk is confident, knowing he already has the crowd's attention before he even steps on stage.
'Cause I'm a boss (uh), its Ricky Ross (Ross)
Ross repeats that he is a boss and reminds listeners of his name.
If you buy, if you spend it, fuck the cost, You's a boss, You a boss
Ross encourages his listeners to spend money without fear of the cost if they want to be a boss like him.
Ross, la la, Ross la la, Ross la la
The song finishes with Ross repeating his name as a final reminder of who is in charge.
Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group, Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC, Kobalt Music Publishing Ltd.
Written by: Andre Christopher Lyon, Marcello Valenzano, William Leonard Roberts
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