Esham Lyrics

Esham Lyrics

"Boss Up Lyrics"

Smoke Lyrics
Man, I gotta stop smoking this shit Cause that shit gon straight [Snoop] I cant stop, and I wont stop, ha ha ha ha Damn, yeah, staright blueberries [Kurupt] This microphones is mines, I seen you scopin I'm hopin that you step so I can bust your chest open This is how I am, this is my mentally Don't try to battle me, I cause fatalities And this is how it is when the microphone pu

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 Maury
My shit's ridiculous, got gold in my toilet stool
And bitches wanna swear theres diamonds in my swimmin pool,
"He's so cool!"
When the girls see me, they all drool,
Because they know that I'm the one thats 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 aint on your truck, you should just park it
Because you're out there like that department store,
Ode To Idol Lyrics
Breath in slow, take it down now its alright to be bold. Understand that first impressions are ever lasting old. Its hard to see the good in everything, so watch for all the signs. You told me that there was something else, so follow your advice. I can tell, just by your look now that something’s got you down. Raise that head, its smile not frown now remember what you said.
Target
I bought the Beatles catelogue back from Michael Jackson
Then called his ass a child-molester right before I slapped him
Then sold the shit to Paul Micartney, then I double-taxed him
The chrome Desert Eagle convinced him - and relaxed him
Christina Aguilera 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 a 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
See that girl Lyrics
If you don't open your eyes then you're gonna get hurt 'Cos she keeps telling you lies, she's just a full time flirt Now I know I don't count no more But you're the one I still care for And you won't see me no more if you see that girl Now you may think she's fine when she's out with you But she only comes around when she's got nothing to do I don't want to interfere But that girl seems so i
three women all night, it's like a hardcore porn
They got me shakin in my bed like Ozzy Osbourne
I got the power
I'm pissing golden showers
The hoe that wipe my ass say it smells like flowers
Is that neccessary? Me and Halle Barry in a bubble bath
Just got back from Germany, I'm jet lag

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 Carry 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
Come Home Running Lyrics
Oh heart of mine, why must you stray? From one so fair you run away And one more time you have to pay The heaviness of needless shame Oh heart of mine, come back home You've been too long out on your own And He's been there all along Watching for you down the road So come home running His arms are open wide His name is Jesus He understands He is the answer You are l
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 hits
I'm underground, undetected, much respected
Never rejected, my downfall - dont 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