William Leonard Roberts II was born in Coahoma County, Mississippi and raised in Carol City, Florida, near Miami After graduating from Carol City Senior High School, he later attended the historically black college Albany State University in Albany, Georgia.
After being signed to Suave House Records, former label for rap duo 8Ball & MJG, he eventually signed a deal with Slip-n-Slide Records, which has been under the Def Jam umbrella since 2006. While signed to Slip-n-Slide, Ross toured with fellow rapper Trick Daddy and made guest performances on other Slip-n-Slide rap albums
His debut album Port of Miami was released in August 2006 and debuted at the top spot on the Billboard 200 album chart, with sales at 187,000 units after its first week
In March 2008, his second album Trilla was released and, as its predecessor Port of Miami had, debuted at the top of the Billboard 200.[8] Its lead single "Speedin'" featuring R. Kelly peaked at #121 on the Billboard Hot 100; the next one, "The Boss" featuring T-Pain peaked at #17 on the Hot 100. The third single "Here I Am" featured Nelly and Avery Storm
Deeper Than Rap is the third studio album by American rapper Rick Ross, released April 21, 2009 on his label Maybach Music Group and Slip-n-Slide Records, with distribution from Def Jam Recordings. The album debuted at number one on the U.S. Billboard 200 chart, selling 158,000 copies its first week. Singles from the album were: Mafia Music, Maybach Music II, Magnificent, & All I Really Want.
Teflon Don is the fourth studio album by American rapper Rick Ross, released July 20, 2010 on Maybach Music Group and Def Jam Recordings. Production for the album took place during 2009 to 2010 and was handled by several record producers, including Clark Kent, No I.D., The Olympicks, J.U.S.T.I.C.E. League, Lex Luger, Danja, The Inkredibles, The Remedy, and Kanye West
The album debuted at number two on the US Billboard 200 chart, selling 176,300 copies in its first week. It attained some international charting and produced three singles with moderate Billboard chart success. Upon its release, Teflon Don received generally positive reviews from most music critics, earning praise for its cinematic production and Ross's lyrical persona.
Ross has signed Pill, Meek Mill, & Wale to his label Maybach Music Group. In 2010 Rick Ross made an offer to rapper Wiz Khalifa to sign to Maybach Music Group but he decided to sign with Atlantic instead.
Luxury Tax
Rick Ross Lyrics
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I think we got a problem
Yeah
Big money in this bitch if you didn't knew
Big business minus the business suit
Even I look in the mirror like is it you
And I say I must be the hottest if it isn't you
New coupe, no top, big tennis shoes
Never slipped, not even on the side of a swimming pool
We don't get ridiculed,
We get rid of fools
They said I couldn't play football I was too small
They say I couldn't play basketball I wasn't tall
They say I couldn't play baseball at all
And now everyday of my life I ball!
And they say ya' ain't raining until someone assassinate,
And I feel like M-L-K
Yeah, I have a dream to be your worst nightmare,
And now meet the boss of the cartel
(Ross!)
I'm a seven-nine Satan, sitting on Lorenz's
And I seem really patient, picture the equation
People taking pictures and they really getting fragrant
Flags down my spaceship, sergeant sniffin' for a fragrance
Yeyo, Yeyo, he wanna sniff the yeyo, flying saucer on the house
In the casa just to lay-low
Make more (money man) that the model for the mob
Need a blow-job my model, get a model for the job
Go hard, no job, hustler, no prob, poster,
Nigga what finger fuck you whole squad.
Forty around extendo, flipping for my kin folk
Luxury tax on them packs if you didn't know
Bought a new crib, niggas feeling like I hid
Three point two but I just did it for the kids
More guns than a pawn shop,
Got my whole arm rocked.
Keep the seven sexty double parked in the wrong spot
Still hustling
Boss!
[Chorus]
Yeah
You gotta pay for this,
I remember when I used to pray for this
This, this is classic,
Some shit you might not see again
And we taxin', you don't want it nigga leave it then,
And we taxin', you don't want it nigga leave it then
And we ain't trying to see the pen,
Like a needle in a hay stack we ain't trying to see the pen
This is a luxury tax
(I don't ask them baby I just tax 'em baby)
(Let's go)
Yeah imagine this,
No imagine that
Gave me my sack like, good luck getting back (Yeah)
I'm like how the fuck I'm gonna get outta there
And if I'm not careful,
Leave 'em the same place they find him there
And I'm a winner if I make it cross the finish line,
Putting food on the table like it's dinner time
And this is what you call stereotyping by far?
Can you tell me me why your dog keep sniffing my car?
Huh? Got the audacity to call me a liar
So what you got in your trunk?
Oh, just a spare tire
You niggas talked blow,
While I sold mine
Like a bad cramp, it's locking up in no time
More time in the kitchen then I spent in the studio,
Gangsters paradise and I ain't talking about Coolio
Can't lie, still addicted to the odor
Got a ice cold Pepsi,
But still thinking Coke-Cola
Ha ha ha
[Chorus]
I'm up early in the morning, and I'm dressed in black
Hold on, every morning I get dressed in black
While your half ass, nigga my pants saggin',
I'm getting money, and my swaggin' and black flaggin'
Million dollar status, fully automatic
Heavy on the henny and even harder on the women
If it wasn't for rappin',
I probably would pimpin' and shit
Pops, my papi, has already hear me
I tried trapping, shit sent me to prison,
Got mad and went to savage so homicide came to visit
I smell gun powder,
So you got one hour to come up with every damn dollar,
Or your dun-dolla
It cost a ball dog,
Especially when the players on your team,
Consider you as the ball hog.
You treat me like Shaq,
And you Kobe but I didn't say you owe me nigga
But act like you know me nigga
[Chorus]
In the song Luxury Tax by Rick Ross featuring Lil Wayne, Trick Daddy, and Young Jeezy, the artists speak about their luxurious lifestyles and how they've risen to the top of their respective careers. The song is a reflection of the success that these artists have achieved despite previous doubts that they couldn't play football, basketball or baseball or weren't tall enough or big enough, but they still managed to succeed in their profession. They refer to themselves as the "big money in this bitch" and talk about the expensive things they own like cars, houses, and jewelry. Ross mentions that he stays fresh from head to toe and never slips, even on the side of a swimming pool. They are confident in their abilities and state that they "get rid of fools" who ridicule them or doubt their capabilities.
The chorus refers to the "luxury tax," an additional tax that is imposed on high-end items to discourage people from buying extravagant things they don't necessarily need. In the context of the song, the artists use the phrase as a way to describe the high price of their lifestyle. They say that "you gotta pay for this" and that they "taxin'" those who can't afford it. However, they also acknowledge that they don't want to end up in prison and that they're doing everything they can to avoid it. The song is about their success and the luxuries that come with it, but it's also a reminder that they must be cautious not to let their success lead to their downfall.
Overall, the song is an anthem for those who have made it to the top of their game despite facing criticism and doubt along the way. It's a celebration of their success and a warning to be mindful of the consequences that come with living a luxurious lifestyle.
Line by Line Meaning
E-class
Driving an expensive Mercedes E-class car
I think we got a problem
There is a situation that needs our attention
Big money in this bitch if you didn't knew
There's a lot of money involved in our enterprise
Big business minus the business suit
We are making big business deals without being dressed in formal business attire
Even I look in the mirror like is it you
I am impressed with my own success
And I say I must be the hottest if it isn't you
I am my own competition
Stay fresh from my top to my tennis shoes
I always look stylish, even down to my shoes
New coupe, no top, big tennis shoes
I am driving a new convertible car and wearing flashy shoes
Never slipped, not even on the side of a swimming pool
I have never had any accidents or missteps in my career
We don't get ridiculed, We get rid of fools
We don't put up with disrespect, we eliminate the problem
They said I couldn't play football I was too small
They say I couldn't play basketball I wasn't tall
They say I couldn't play baseball at all
And now everyday of my life I ball!
People have doubted my athleticism and abilities, but I have overcome those obstacles and continue to succeed
And they say ya' ain't raining until someone assassinate,
And I feel like M-L-K
Yeah, I have a dream to be your worst nightmare,
And now meet the boss of the cartel
(Ross!)
People won't acknowledge my success until someone tries to take me down. I compare myself to Martin Luther King Jr. and have aspirations of being the most feared person in the game
I'm a seven-nine Satan, sitting on Lorenz's
And I seem really patient, picture the equation
People taking pictures and they really getting fragrant
Flags down my spaceship, sergeant sniffin' for a fragrance
I am sitting on an expensive car and have a calm demeanor. People are taking pictures of me and I am trying to avoid getting caught by the police who are looking for drugs
Yeyo, Yeyo, he wanna sniff the yeyo, flying saucer on the house
In the casa just to lay-low
Make more (money man) that the model for the mob
Need a blow-job my model, get a model for the job
We have a lot of cocaine and someone is asking to sample it. We have a hidden location to avoid detection. We are making more money than the mafia. I need someone to help take care of my sexual needs
Go hard, no job, hustler, no prob, poster,
Nigga what finger fuck you whole squad.
I work hard without a job and am successful. I am a force to be reckoned with. I am better than everyone else
Forty around extendo, flipping for my kin folk
Luxury tax on them packs if you didn't know
I have a large extended clip for my gun and am selling drugs to provide for my family. There is a high tax on luxury items like drugs
Bought a new crib, niggas feeling like I hid
Three point two but I just did it for the kids
I bought a new house and people are envious. I spent 3.2 million dollars on it, but it was for the sake of my children
More guns than a pawn shop,
Got my whole arm rocked.
Keep the seven sexty double parked in the wrong spot
Still hustling
Boss!
I have a lot of guns and they are always on me. I park my expensive car in the wrong spot and am still making money
You gotta pay for this,
I remember when I used to pray for this
This, this is classic,
Some shit you might not see again
And we taxin', you don't want it nigga leave it then,
And we taxin', you don't want it nigga leave it then
And we ain't trying to see the pen,
Like a needle in a hay stack we ain't trying to see the pen
This is a luxury tax
(I don't ask them baby I just tax 'em baby)
(Let's go)
You have to pay for the luxurious lifestyle we represent. This is a classic song and you won't see anything like it again. We charge high prices for drugs and if you don't want it you can leave. We don't want to go to jail like trying to find a needle in a haystack
Yeah imagine this,
No imagine that
Gave me my sack like, good luck getting back (Yeah)
I'm like how the fuck I'm gonna get outta there
And if I'm not careful,
Leave 'em the same place they find him there
And I'm a winner if I make it cross the finish line,
Putting food on the table like it's dinner time
People can't imagine the lifestyle we live. Someone gave us a bag of drugs and we hope to sell it all. We need to be cautious to avoid getting caught. If we make it to the end, we will be successful and provide for our families
And this is what you call stereotyping by far?
Can you tell me me why your dog keep sniffing my car?
Huh? Got the audacity to call me a liar
So what you got in your trunk?
Oh, just a spare tire
People are stereotyping us but we don't like it. Someone's dog is sniffing our car looking for drugs. They are accusing us of lying but we only have a spare tire in our trunk
You niggas talked blow,
While I sold mine
Like a bad cramp, it's locking up in no time
More time in the kitchen then I spent in the studio,
Gangsters paradise and I ain't talking about Coolio
Can't lie, still addicted to the odor
Got a ice cold Pepsi,
But still thinking Coke-Cola
Ha ha ha
You all talk about selling drugs but I actually did sell them. Selling drugs is like a bad cramp that will not go away. I have spent more time making drugs than making music. Living the life of a gangster is like being in a paradise, but it isn't like the song by Coolio. I am still addicted to the smell of cocaine. I have a Pepsi but still crave Coca-Cola
I'm up early in the morning, and I'm dressed in black
Hold on, every morning I get dressed in black
While your half ass, nigga my pants saggin',
I'm getting money, and my swaggin' and black flaggin'
Million dollar status, fully automatic
Heavy on the henny and even harder on the women
If it wasn't for rappin',
I probably would pimpin' and shit
Pops, my papi, has already hear me
I tried trapping, shit sent me to prison,
Got mad and went to savage so homicide came to visit
I am up early and dressed in black. I have style and my pants are sagging but I am still successful. I am rich and carry guns. I am a ladies' man and drink a lot of alcohol. If I wasn't a rapper, I would probably be a pimp. My father knows about my criminal lifestyle. I went to prison for selling drugs and became even more dangerous. Homicide has come to visit me
I smell gun powder,
So you got one hour to come up with every damn dollar,
Or your dun-dolla
It cost a ball dog,
Especially when the players on your team,
Consider you as the ball hog.
I smell a gun and am giving you one hour to pay me what you owe. It will cost a lot of money and your reputation to avoid the situation. The people on your team will blame you for being selfish
You treat me like Shaq,
And you Kobe but I didn't say you owe me nigga
But act like you know me nigga
You may be a star player like Kobe but I am as big as Shaquille O'Neal. You don't owe me anything but you should still show me respect
Lyrics © BMG Rights Management, THE ADMINISTRATION MP INC, Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC, Kobalt Music Publishing Ltd., Warner Chappell Music, Inc.
Written by: WILLIAM ROBERTS, JAY JENKINS, MAURICE YOUNG, DAVID OLIVER, DWAYNE CARTER, MICHAEL GRADNEY, KEVIN CROWE, ERIK ORTIZ
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