Biografía:
Rick Ross (nacido como William Roberts en Carol City, Florida en 1977) es un rapero afroamericano del norte de Miami en el Condado de Miami-Dade.
Su primera aparición musical oficial fue en el single "Told Y'all" de Trina ya por 2002. Firmó por Slip-N-Slide Records, que desde 2005 esta distribuido bajo Def Jam Records.
Su segundo álbum salió a la venta a principios del 2008, con la ayuda de los productores Cool & Dre y con colaboraciones de gente como T-Pain
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¡Cuatro años de duro trabajo!Este mes de mayo cumplimos cuatro años al aire. Seguimos trabajando en la difusión de este maravilloso instrumento, ¡gracias por participar en nuestra historia!
[Intro: Rick Ross]
N.C.
Real talk
So when my nigga Meek caught his case, I went to visit him
I'm walking up to the jail, all the niggas start repping
Beating on glass, kicking the doors, and shit
So when I walk through the door
The captain tell me, "You can't come in here"
Okay, cool
Came back two weeks later, I got access
Soon as I got on the cell block
I heard him all the way from down the hallway
My nigga had on yellow Balenciagas, ha ha ha ha
[Hook: Meek Mill]
Bm
Started off poor with plans to own more
To ridin' under stars, the life we lived for
Dreamin' of things we can't afford
But now we comin' up like them Lamborghini doors, ooh
Bm
They gon' love me, they gon' love me now
I bet they tell they friends they wanna fuck me now, yeah
A
I bet they say, "He put his niggas on"
F#m
Now we comin' up like them Lamborghini doors, ooh
[Verse 1: Rick Ross]
F#m
Corners wanna check him like Odell Beckham
Em
I could plan a record or just draw the weapon
Bm A
She know I'm livin' reckless lookin' at my necklace
A
I'ma blow this .40 on me, you can save the lectures
Bm
Homicides rise as the sun falls
Bm A
Watch your dog die as my gun bark
Bm
These helicopters rise for the one in charge
A
If I sentence you to die, well that's a hundred shots
Bm
Judge bangin' like a blood, show a nigga love
Bm A
Caught him with a kilo so he hit him with a dub
Bm A
We bulletproof the trucks like the ones in Iraq
A
Where I'm at, you lock your door and you usin' a latch
Bm C#m
Now it's stones on my hands, Roberto Durans
A
Stood tall in the feds, don't fold on the fam
Bm
Tryna point me to the money, no holdin' my hand
A Bm
Somebody take me to the bank 'cause it open at ten
[Verse 2: Meek Mill]
Yeah, uh
Bm
Poverty stricken, boy, you gotta be kiddin'
Livin' like we hit the lottery, nigga
Bm
I been tippin' since Scottie was Pippen, Chad was sippin'
A
And before I had that bag, I used to bag them bitches
Bm
I'm so cocky and I'm confident, all these killers in my ambiance
Bm
Say what I want, nobody's stopin' it, get off my dick, nigga
Bm A
Where you was at when I could've died for this?
Or die for that? Real nigga, roger that
Bm A
Said I took a loss but I got it back, woo
Bm C#m
Me and all my dogs sell a lot of that food
Bm A
Talkin' to the law, knowin' that it's not cool
D
Make me shoot a rapper like my name was Benny Boom
D Bm
Started out with nothin', now a nigga in a room
Bm
Sweepin' rich bitches off they feet like a broom
D Am
Double-M G, bitch, you know how we move
Bm
Whole lot of choppers, nigga, I could never lose
[Interlude: Anthony Hamilton]
Bm
I was amazed
Bm
Oh how it turned their heads
Bm
I mastered the game
C#m Bm
Oh how they raised their hands
Bm
Like Lamborghini doors
We, we're going up
We, we're going up
A
We, we're going up, oh so high
Bm
Like Lamborghini doors
We, we're going up
We, we're going up (So high)
Bm
We, we're going up, oh so high
Like Lamborghini doors (Maybach Music)
[Verse 3: Rick Ross]
Bm
Uh, paintings on the wall, you never know the cost
Bm
You bangin' on the boss, the boy'll be a corpse
Bm
I'm steppin' through the door, my back against the wall
A Bm
My pockets fat enough to catch a nigga if I fall
Bm
Love to see a pretty bitch rollin' a wood leaf
C#
Phone ringin', smilin' like I got some gold teeth
Bm A
I caught a bird, jet smarter on the Maltese
I left a chick out in DC out on the NorthEast (Trel!)
Bm
Such a feelin', niggas killin' for my poetry (boss)
Bm
Tryna go back underground, that's once they notice me (boss)
Bm
I'm really not the one you wanna handle funny (never)
Bm
At the Grammys, my lil' homie had the hammer on him
Bm A
You niggas out of style with your weddin' vows
Bm
I still be makin' rounds like I'm Kevin Liles (what up)
Bm
Time to set a date for trial, we never settle out (bring it)
Bm
Them Lamborghini doors, you see me steppin' out
[Hook: Meek Mill]
Bm
Started off poor with plans to own more
To ridin' under stars, the life we lived for
Bm
Dreamin' of things we can't afford
A
But now we comin' up like them Lamborghini doors, ooh
Bm
They gon' love me, they gon' love me now
I bet they tell they friends they wanna fuck me now, yeah
Bm
I bet they say, "He put his niggas on"
A
Now we comin' up like them Lamborghini doors, ooh
N.C.
Real talk
So when my nigga Meek caught his case, I went to visit him
I'm walking up to the jail, all the niggas start repping
Beating on glass, kicking the doors, and shit
So when I walk through the door
The captain tell me, "You can't come in here"
Okay, cool
Came back two weeks later, I got access
Soon as I got on the cell block
I heard him all the way from down the hallway
My nigga had on yellow Balenciagas, ha ha ha ha
[Hook: Meek Mill]
Bm
Started off poor with plans to own more
To ridin' under stars, the life we lived for
Dreamin' of things we can't afford
But now we comin' up like them Lamborghini doors, ooh
Bm
They gon' love me, they gon' love me now
I bet they tell they friends they wanna fuck me now, yeah
A
I bet they say, "He put his niggas on"
F#m
Now we comin' up like them Lamborghini doors, ooh
[Verse 1: Rick Ross]
F#m
Corners wanna check him like Odell Beckham
Em
I could plan a record or just draw the weapon
Bm A
She know I'm livin' reckless lookin' at my necklace
A
I'ma blow this .40 on me, you can save the lectures
Bm
Homicides rise as the sun falls
Bm A
Watch your dog die as my gun bark
Bm
These helicopters rise for the one in charge
A
If I sentence you to die, well that's a hundred shots
Bm
Judge bangin' like a blood, show a nigga love
Bm A
Caught him with a kilo so he hit him with a dub
Bm A
We bulletproof the trucks like the ones in Iraq
A
Where I'm at, you lock your door and you usin' a latch
Bm C#m
Now it's stones on my hands, Roberto Durans
A
Stood tall in the feds, don't fold on the fam
Bm
Tryna point me to the money, no holdin' my hand
A Bm
Somebody take me to the bank 'cause it open at ten
[Verse 2: Meek Mill]
Yeah, uh
Bm
Poverty stricken, boy, you gotta be kiddin'
Livin' like we hit the lottery, nigga
Bm
I been tippin' since Scottie was Pippen, Chad was sippin'
A
And before I had that bag, I used to bag them bitches
Bm
I'm so cocky and I'm confident, all these killers in my ambiance
Bm
Say what I want, nobody's stopin' it, get off my dick, nigga
Bm A
Where you was at when I could've died for this?
Or die for that? Real nigga, roger that
Bm A
Said I took a loss but I got it back, woo
Bm C#m
Me and all my dogs sell a lot of that food
Bm A
Talkin' to the law, knowin' that it's not cool
D
Make me shoot a rapper like my name was Benny Boom
D Bm
Started out with nothin', now a nigga in a room
Bm
Sweepin' rich bitches off they feet like a broom
D Am
Double-M G, bitch, you know how we move
Bm
Whole lot of choppers, nigga, I could never lose
[Interlude: Anthony Hamilton]
Bm
I was amazed
Bm
Oh how it turned their heads
Bm
I mastered the game
C#m Bm
Oh how they raised their hands
Bm
Like Lamborghini doors
We, we're going up
We, we're going up
A
We, we're going up, oh so high
Bm
Like Lamborghini doors
We, we're going up
We, we're going up (So high)
Bm
We, we're going up, oh so high
Like Lamborghini doors (Maybach Music)
[Verse 3: Rick Ross]
Bm
Uh, paintings on the wall, you never know the cost
Bm
You bangin' on the boss, the boy'll be a corpse
Bm
I'm steppin' through the door, my back against the wall
A Bm
My pockets fat enough to catch a nigga if I fall
Bm
Love to see a pretty bitch rollin' a wood leaf
C#
Phone ringin', smilin' like I got some gold teeth
Bm A
I caught a bird, jet smarter on the Maltese
I left a chick out in DC out on the NorthEast (Trel!)
Bm
Such a feelin', niggas killin' for my poetry (boss)
Bm
Tryna go back underground, that's once they notice me (boss)
Bm
I'm really not the one you wanna handle funny (never)
Bm
At the Grammys, my lil' homie had the hammer on him
Bm A
You niggas out of style with your weddin' vows
Bm
I still be makin' rounds like I'm Kevin Liles (what up)
Bm
Time to set a date for trial, we never settle out (bring it)
Bm
Them Lamborghini doors, you see me steppin' out
[Hook: Meek Mill]
Bm
Started off poor with plans to own more
To ridin' under stars, the life we lived for
Bm
Dreamin' of things we can't afford
A
But now we comin' up like them Lamborghini doors, ooh
Bm
They gon' love me, they gon' love me now
I bet they tell they friends they wanna fuck me now, yeah
Bm
I bet they say, "He put his niggas on"
A
Now we comin' up like them Lamborghini doors, ooh
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