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.
Pots & Pans
Rick Ross Lyrics
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All I need is baking soda some pots and pans
Little ice up what I can
Chick at home saying I'm no good
When the fuck am I gon' get her out the hood
What started as a nickel rock
Took 22 months now I'm trying to get a block
Couldn't past the test
To tell the truth I couldn't fuck with math
Did get a scholarship, but I blew that
Got high, got a ticket and I flew back
To the hell zone mo' straps than 20 shell toes
Get life on yo cell phone
Quarter key box of soda Ross whip that
Career criminal fa' sho' Ross with that
Had to pull my pants up
Boy get them brands up
Daddy got some cancer I never had the chance to
Tell him all my plans to let em' fuck a dancer
Smoking weed and Amsterdam with his grandson
(Damn) Why he passed on me(on me)
My last homie(homie)
I went and bought a bird
Fuck I want some cash homie
[Chorus]
I never rode a nigga coat tail
Mayor took a dope sell
Fuck it nigga oh well
Smoking on that classified
Rollin in that lac' of mine
You know my mind state numb to the world half the time
Thinking bout rand rover damn that was fucked up
Found him in the trunk with another dude fucked up
The world fucked up that's why I'm fucked up
Don't get fucked up fuck with me ya fucked up
Bitch I'ma ride, bitch I'ma die
When I holla 305 bitch that's on my life
Got a 40 in the car a chopper in the crib
The grenades down the street you gotta get it how you live
I know niggas turn 1 into 2 and they do what they do
And boy them things move
Fishscale get the big mail
In the room full of work
Taste the cane when ya inhale
[Chorus]
It's time for me to cash in laughin
Like Martin in an Aston Martin
When I park it I can see ya bitch heartbeat
So roll out the red carpet
Roll up the purple shit
Black navigator flow
Gotta shut ya fucking mouth don't irritate the smoke
Thinking of a greater way to build a greater flow
I hope she got some great head that's how I grade a hoe
White beamer in the hood shining like a star
Flip this half a key go to the club and I'ma buy the bar
Do it twice a week fucking bitches on the other nights
Promise E class we'll never miss another fight
Hundred in the bag 5 birds I'ma grab
Turn em' into 8 keep me a clean half
Baking soda in the work, works wonderful
Ya see ya dream come true
This I promise you!
[Chorus]
In "Pots & Pans" by Rick Ross, the chorus focuses on the simplicity of his needs to conduct his drug business: baking soda, pots, and pans. Ross has chosen a non-glamorous life of drug dealing over football or academics, but is still driven to succeed. He reflects on his missed opportunity to go to college, blowing his scholarship and never returning. His life has been impacted by the people he's lost, including his father to cancer and his friend whose death lead Ross to purchase a bird. He also mentions his connections to violence and his disregard for authority, with a chopper in his crib and grenades down the street. Despite his deviant lifestyle, Ross strives for bigger and better things, always searching for a better "flow" and his dream of success.
Overall, the lyrics may not glorify a life of drug dealing, but rather pay homage to the difficult journeys people face, often resulting in them turning to a life of crime. Ross' lyrics also serve as a reminder of how the drug trade can be a cyclical trap for those living in impoverished neighborhoods.
Line by Line Meaning
All I need is baking soda some pots and pans
I only need some basic equipment to make drugs
Little ice up what I can
I'll use whatever resources I have to make drugs
Chick at home saying I'm no good
My girlfriend doesn't support my criminal lifestyle
When the fuck am I gon' get her out the hood
I wish I could get my girlfriend out of the dangerous neighborhood we live in
What started as a nickel rock
My drug dealing began on a small scale
Took 22 months now I'm trying to get a block
After some time, I'm now trying to move up to selling drugs in larger quantities
Fuck football I'm going down another path
I'm choosing a criminal path instead of playing football
Couldn't past the test
I couldn't pass the test to get into college
To tell the truth I couldn't fuck with math
Honestly, I wasn't good at math
Did get a scholarship, but I blew that
I received a scholarship, but I lost it due to my poor choices
Got high, got a ticket and I flew back
I got high, and as a result, I received a ticket and had to return home
To the hell zone mo' straps than 20 shell toes
I live in a dangerous area, and I have more guns than shoes
Get life on yo cell phone
You can get a life sentence via a phone call
Quarter key box of soda Ross whip that
I can turn a quarter kilogram of cocaine into more drugs using baking soda
Career criminal fa' sho' Ross with that
I'm a career criminal, no doubt about it
Had to pull my pants up
I had to straighten up and start making better decisions
Boy get them brands up
I need to focus on increasing my wealth
Daddy got some cancer I never had the chance to
My father had cancer, but I never got to say goodbye
Tell him all my plans to let em' fuck a dancer
I wish I could have told my father about my goals and aspirations, including having sex with a stripper
Smoking weed and Amsterdam with his grandson
I remember smoking weed in Amsterdam with my grandfather before he passed away
(Damn) Why he passed on me(on me)
It's painful to think about why my grandfather passed away and left me behind
My last homie(homie)
My friend who passed away
I went and bought a bird
I purchased a kilogram of cocaine
Fuck I want some cash homie
I just want to make money
I never rode a nigga coat tail
I never relied on anyone else's success
Mayor took a dope sell
The mayor was involved in selling drugs
Fuck it nigga oh well
I don't care about the repercussions of my actions
Smoking on that classified
I'm smoking a rare and valuable strain of weed
Rollin in that lac' of mine
I'm driving my fancy car
You know my mind state numb to the world half the time
I'm often disconnected from reality due to drug use
Thinking bout rand rover damn that was fucked up
I regret losing my Range Rover
Found him in the trunk with another dude fucked up
I discovered a dead man in my car's trunk
The world fucked up that's why I'm fucked up
The world is too messed up, and it's affecting me
Don't get fucked up fuck with me ya fucked up
Don't mess with me unless you want to get hurt
Bitch I'ma ride, bitch I'ma die
I'm committed to this criminal lifestyle until the end
When I holla 305 bitch that's on my life
I'm always representing my area code 305
Got a 40 in the car a chopper in the crib
I have a handgun in my car and a rifle at home
The grenades down the street you gotta get it how you live
There are dangerous weapons outside, and you need to be prepared for anything
I know niggas turn 1 into 2 and they do what they do
I know people who can turn a small amount of drugs into a larger amount and make a profit
And boy them things move
And those drugs sell quickly
Fishscale get the big mail
High-quality cocaine makes the most money
In the room full of work
I have a large quantity of drugs in my room
Taste the cane when ya inhale
You can taste the cocaine when you smoke it
It's time for me to cash in laughin
I'm ready to make a lot of money and enjoy it
Like Martin in an Aston Martin
I'll enjoy my success like Martin Lawrence in the movie Bad Boys
When I park it I can see ya bitch heartbeat
Women are attracted to me because of my car and money
So roll out the red carpet
Treat me like a celebrity
Roll up the purple shit
Smoke the best weed
Black navigator flow
I'm riding in my black SUV
Gotta shut ya fucking mouth don't irritate the smoke
Be quiet and let me smoke
Thinking of a greater way to build a greater flow
I'm trying to come up with better ways to make more money
I hope she got some great head that's how I grade a hoe
I judge a woman's worth based on her sexual skills
White beamer in the hood shining like a star
I'm showing off my luxury car in my dangerous neighborhood
Flip this half a key go to the club and I'ma buy the bar
I'm going to sell a large quantity of drugs and celebrate at the club
Do it twice a week fucking bitches on the other nights
I party hard twice a week and have sex with women on other nights
Promise E class we'll never miss another fight
I promise my friend E Class that we'll always stick together and never back down from a fight
Hundred in the bag 5 birds I'ma grab
I'm going to buy drugs with $100 and then also buy five kilograms of cocaine
Turn em' into 8 keep me a clean half
I can turn five kilograms of cocaine into eight kilograms, keeping half of it for myself
Baking soda in the work, works wonderful
Adding baking soda to cocaine creates a larger quantity and is profitable
Ya see ya dream come true
You can achieve your dreams if you're willing to take risks
This I promise you!
I swear this is true!
Lyrics © Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC, Kobalt Music Publishing Ltd.
Written by: JEAN MAX BORGES, WILLIAM LEONARD ROBERTS
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