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]
Bm
Rather you than me
Bm
If you've been fucking with me since Port of Miami
Bm
It's been hell of a fucking journey
Bm
M-M-Maybach Music
Bm
Ain't nun' changed nigga
Bm
Lil' stronger, lil' wiser, maybe a lil' more violent
Bm
Blame it on America
Bm
Fuck it
Bm
Beat Billionaire
[Verse 1: Rick Ross]
Bm Em
I'm pulling off the lot, I bought it cash
Bm Em
Her future bright, don't give a fuck about her past
Bm Em
Her ass be looking good inside the leggings
Bm G
But I notice that she missing all her edges
Bm Em
I run the game just by running with the felons
Bm Em
Poor attitude, and got rich nigga calisthenics
Bm Em
Walking in the courtroom, sipping on a beverage
Bm G
I know the judge, so I got a lot of leverage
Bm Em
Pissing on these bitches is a fetish (R. Kelly)
Bm Em
Fully loaded .60s smoking on a seven (all ready)
Bm Em
Your dawg get a dime, you never wrote a letter
Bm G
Still in a box, got her rapping acapella
Bm Em
Can't trust no people fucking with the reverend
Bm Em
I got a chopper, but don't make me be the devil
Bm Em
He knocking on the door and know the password
Bm G
Gave me his blessings, boy I'm hotter than the last verse
[Hook: Jeezy & Yo Gotti ]
Bm Em
Dead presidents, dead d-dead presidents
Bm Em
Dead presidents, dead, them dead presidents
Bm Em
They go to war, yeah, all my lil' niggas militant
Bm G
Let's go to trial, we guilty til' proven innocent
Bm Em
Dead presidents, dead d-dead presidents
Bm Em
Dead presidents, dead d-dead presidents
Bm Em
Fed sentences, fed, f-fed sentences
Bm G
Let's go to trial, we guilty til' proven innocent
[Verse 2: Future]
N.C
I got thirty white bitches like Tommy Lee
Bm Em
I make drug money, nigga, I make blood money
Bm Em
On my third passport, and I'm geechie as fuck
Bm G
I got wet stripper pussy at the airport
Bm Em
I got Bowlingreen dollars on my chopper
Bm Em
Bussing down a hundred bills in the bath tub
Bm Em
Fuck this Philippine pussy in some house shoes
Bm G
I got dope money, nigga, I got war wounds
Bm Em
Get to the clutching on the hammer, ain't no dance moves
Bm Em
I was posted on the stoop, hanging with my Haitians
Bm Em
The murder's on the news, all front pages
Bm G
Young niggas catching bodies, ain't no relations
Bm Em
I was stacking Ben Franks in Labasa, Fiji
Bm Em
They rob you two times in a row, that's a repeat
Bm Em
And I'm fucking niggas hoes cause they easy
Bm G
I'm in here fucking niggas wives, balls breezy
Bm Em
She gotta fuck me like she love me, like she need me
Bm Em
I got my Maybach flooded out with extra TVs
Bm Em
I make a movie every single fucking day
Bm G
I John Travolta when I flaunt that Patek face
[Hook: Jeezy & Yo Gotti ]
Bm Em
Dead presidents, dead d-dead presidents
Bm Em
Dead presidents, dead, them dead presidents
Bm Em
They go to war, yeah, all my lil' niggas militant
Bm G
Let's go to trial, we guilty til' proven innocent
Bm Em
Dead presidents, dead d-dead presidents
Bm Em
Dead presidents, dead d-dead presidents
Bm Em
Fed sentences, fed, f-fed sentences
Bm G
Let's go to trial, we guilty til' proven innocent
[Verse 3: Jeezy]
Let's go!
Bm Em
Hands on these niggas, got the yellow bracelet
Bm Em
Check off in my pocket like the yellow pages
Bm Em
Fuck you niggas was, when I was ashy nigga
Bm G
Loafers in the chop, I keep it classy nigga
Bm Em
Build a empire, yeah that's what my state of mind
Bm Em
Motherfuck 'em all, yeah that's what my state of mind
Bm Em
Keep the block sober there, we call it Lego land
Bm G
Meanwhile the kids smoking like it's Amsterdam
Bm Em
Dope boy prez, you know who got the truths
Bm Em
Sixteen when I bought my first rollie
Bm Em
Legend in my hood just like I'm Escobar
Bm G
Never ride dirties in the extra car
[Hook: Jeezy & Yo Gotti ]
Bm Em
Dead presidents, dead d-dead presidents
Bm Em
Dead presidents, dead, them dead presidents
Bm Em
They go to war, yeah, all my lil' niggas militant
Bm G
Let's go to trial, we guilty til' proven innocent
Bm Em
Dead presidents, dead d-dead presidents
Bm Em
Dead presidents, dead d-dead presidents
Bm Em
Fed sentences, fed, f-fed sentences
Bm G
Let's go to trial, we guilty til' proven innocent
Bm
Rather you than me
Bm
If you've been fucking with me since Port of Miami
Bm
It's been hell of a fucking journey
Bm
M-M-Maybach Music
Bm
Ain't nun' changed nigga
Bm
Lil' stronger, lil' wiser, maybe a lil' more violent
Bm
Blame it on America
Bm
Fuck it
Bm
Beat Billionaire
[Verse 1: Rick Ross]
Bm Em
I'm pulling off the lot, I bought it cash
Bm Em
Her future bright, don't give a fuck about her past
Bm Em
Her ass be looking good inside the leggings
Bm G
But I notice that she missing all her edges
Bm Em
I run the game just by running with the felons
Bm Em
Poor attitude, and got rich nigga calisthenics
Bm Em
Walking in the courtroom, sipping on a beverage
Bm G
I know the judge, so I got a lot of leverage
Bm Em
Pissing on these bitches is a fetish (R. Kelly)
Bm Em
Fully loaded .60s smoking on a seven (all ready)
Bm Em
Your dawg get a dime, you never wrote a letter
Bm G
Still in a box, got her rapping acapella
Bm Em
Can't trust no people fucking with the reverend
Bm Em
I got a chopper, but don't make me be the devil
Bm Em
He knocking on the door and know the password
Bm G
Gave me his blessings, boy I'm hotter than the last verse
[Hook: Jeezy & Yo Gotti ]
Bm Em
Dead presidents, dead d-dead presidents
Bm Em
Dead presidents, dead, them dead presidents
Bm Em
They go to war, yeah, all my lil' niggas militant
Bm G
Let's go to trial, we guilty til' proven innocent
Bm Em
Dead presidents, dead d-dead presidents
Bm Em
Dead presidents, dead d-dead presidents
Bm Em
Fed sentences, fed, f-fed sentences
Bm G
Let's go to trial, we guilty til' proven innocent
[Verse 2: Future]
N.C
I got thirty white bitches like Tommy Lee
Bm Em
I make drug money, nigga, I make blood money
Bm Em
On my third passport, and I'm geechie as fuck
Bm G
I got wet stripper pussy at the airport
Bm Em
I got Bowlingreen dollars on my chopper
Bm Em
Bussing down a hundred bills in the bath tub
Bm Em
Fuck this Philippine pussy in some house shoes
Bm G
I got dope money, nigga, I got war wounds
Bm Em
Get to the clutching on the hammer, ain't no dance moves
Bm Em
I was posted on the stoop, hanging with my Haitians
Bm Em
The murder's on the news, all front pages
Bm G
Young niggas catching bodies, ain't no relations
Bm Em
I was stacking Ben Franks in Labasa, Fiji
Bm Em
They rob you two times in a row, that's a repeat
Bm Em
And I'm fucking niggas hoes cause they easy
Bm G
I'm in here fucking niggas wives, balls breezy
Bm Em
She gotta fuck me like she love me, like she need me
Bm Em
I got my Maybach flooded out with extra TVs
Bm Em
I make a movie every single fucking day
Bm G
I John Travolta when I flaunt that Patek face
[Hook: Jeezy & Yo Gotti ]
Bm Em
Dead presidents, dead d-dead presidents
Bm Em
Dead presidents, dead, them dead presidents
Bm Em
They go to war, yeah, all my lil' niggas militant
Bm G
Let's go to trial, we guilty til' proven innocent
Bm Em
Dead presidents, dead d-dead presidents
Bm Em
Dead presidents, dead d-dead presidents
Bm Em
Fed sentences, fed, f-fed sentences
Bm G
Let's go to trial, we guilty til' proven innocent
[Verse 3: Jeezy]
Let's go!
Bm Em
Hands on these niggas, got the yellow bracelet
Bm Em
Check off in my pocket like the yellow pages
Bm Em
Fuck you niggas was, when I was ashy nigga
Bm G
Loafers in the chop, I keep it classy nigga
Bm Em
Build a empire, yeah that's what my state of mind
Bm Em
Motherfuck 'em all, yeah that's what my state of mind
Bm Em
Keep the block sober there, we call it Lego land
Bm G
Meanwhile the kids smoking like it's Amsterdam
Bm Em
Dope boy prez, you know who got the truths
Bm Em
Sixteen when I bought my first rollie
Bm Em
Legend in my hood just like I'm Escobar
Bm G
Never ride dirties in the extra car
[Hook: Jeezy & Yo Gotti ]
Bm Em
Dead presidents, dead d-dead presidents
Bm Em
Dead presidents, dead, them dead presidents
Bm Em
They go to war, yeah, all my lil' niggas militant
Bm G
Let's go to trial, we guilty til' proven innocent
Bm Em
Dead presidents, dead d-dead presidents
Bm Em
Dead presidents, dead d-dead presidents
Bm Em
Fed sentences, fed, f-fed sentences
Bm G
Let's go to trial, we guilty til' proven innocent
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