Esham - Boss Up lyrics

Boss up don't get me crossed up
We like to drink the sauce up
Toss money at the bar and floss up boss up
Y'all know who's the nicest
I'm from Detroit, player
I don't care what the price is

I don't wear Nike Air force
Ones no more, baby, i'm sorry
My sneakers cost nine hundred dollars
And they made by Mauri my shit's ridiculous
Got gold in my toilet stool
And bitches wanna swim with diamonds
In my swimming pool "He's so cool!"
When the girls see me, they all drool
Because they know that I'm the one
That's breaking all the rules
My mink coat's so long
You can mistake it for carpet
You got purple kush up in that blunt
Homie? Just spark it
If twenty-six's ain't on your truck
You should just park it
Because you're out there like
That department store, target
I bought the Beatles catalog
Back from Michael Jackson
Then called his ass a child-molester
Right before I slapped him
Then sold the shit to Paul McCartney
Then I double taxed him
The chrome Desert Eagle convinced him
- and relaxed him
Christina Aguilara came over, did me dirty
I told Beyonce stop trying to
Give me Jay z's birdy i know you purdy
But go get me an ice-cold Pepsi
Then get your ass in this hot tub
With me and Lisa Marie Presley

Boss up don't get me crossed up
We like to drink the sauce up
Toss money at the bar and floss up boss up
Y'all know who's the nicest
I'm from Detroit, player
I don't care what the price is

I walk on rose petals
My feet never touch the ground
Got two bitches - one to wipe me up
One to wipe me down
I sleep with three women all night
It's like a hardcore porn
They got me shaking in my
Bed like Ozzy Osbourne i got the power
I'm pissing golden showers
The ho that wipe my ass
Say it smells like flowers
Is that necessary? Me and Hallie
Barry in a bubble bath
Just got back from Germany, I'm jet lagged

Boss up don't get me crossed up
We like to drink the sauce up
Toss money at the bar and floss up boss up
Y'all know who's the nicest
I'm from Detroit, player
I don't care what the price is

I got four hundred acres in the
City on the East side
Police, they work for me
Deliver donuts and pizza
I pay Mariah Carey to come and sit
On my toilet and sing to me
When I'm in the tub
And dry my booty when I'm done
I got three helicopters and I
Rent them out for videos
So rappers can front and try
To boss up like me, i suppose
I got a pit with platinum
Slugs and a doghouse
With an escalator in it
You's a hater, admit it i did it, I made it
You hate it, can't fade it
Murdered a bitch with my bare hands and
Only got a fine and paid it
Bought the jury each a bently
After the trial I took it back
Here I come! Look at that!
Where my fucking hookers at?
Had a private jet
But I sold it to the Soviets
As boss as it gets
For real and flossing all hit's
I'm underground, undetected, much respected
Never rejected, my downfall - don't expect it

Boss up don't get me crossed up
We like to drink the sauce up
Toss money at the bar and floss up boss up
Y'all know who's the nicest
I'm from Detroit, player
I don't care what the price is