Kool G Rap Da Bosses Lady Lyrics
            [Imitation of excerpt from the movie "Scarface"]
            That chick he's with... (huh) she like me
            Oh, she likes you huh? How do you know?
            I know.  The eyes Chico... they never lie
            What, are you serious?
            I'm serious... what do you think?
            Man that's the boss's lady
            {*sarcastic*} The boss's lady
            You're gonna get us killed
            f___ you mayn! The boss's lady... that guy's soft
            You got some of that for me?
            Would you kiss me if I wear the hat?
        
            [Verse 1: Kool G. Rap]
            Had to have her
            Since my first glance at her, pimp stance at her
            Watchin men throwin Banjamins and Grants at her
            Bottles of Italy and France at her
            Advanced at her, spit romance at her
            Champagne glasses chatter
            a__ fatter than that actress up in Family Matters
            Lips thicker than Mick Jaggers
            d___ so hard the s___ could stab her
            She pushed a sick Jaguar
            Paint shined like it was black lacquer
            Carried a small gat for back up, whole s___ spectacular
            Peepin out her frame walkin in back of her
            She had the hourglass shape, girls disgraced stay out her way
            Past late, get that a__ raped, fast tied up with mask tape
            Mad papes, I could tell by the way she was draped
            Her s__ mate's caked up like Drake's
            He got the crib by the lake
            Wanted by the Jakes for takin powder weight outta state
            Straight surrounded his grounds with tower gates
            Garden lookin like a flower wake
            Every hour he make about enough dough to spoil this b____ sour
            s__, money, and power, p____ good enough to devour
            Hit her up inside the marble tiled shower
            Snapped back to reality, told me her name was Valerie
            Don't f___ around with the help
            n____ on the salary, pockets too low calorie
            Her man'll send the cavalry, straight turn the town to a shootin gallery
        
            [Chorus: repeat 2X]
            Off his life
            To get in good with the boss's wife
            Cross his life just to floss his ice
            To get him hit for the cost of rice, tossed at night
            If the thoughts is right
            Bodies could get lost in sight
        
            [Verse 2: Camileone]
            The boss's lady, I c___s the four-fifth and hold it steady baby
            My man ship mo' weight, than the f___in Navy
            out to get this gravy, so you can't take mine
            You crossed the line, f___in with the boss's devine
            Aiyyo, his mans, they commit crimes (yeah right)
            Found out you tryin to f___ with his dime, you lay your life on the line
            But the cards are in my hands
            I love this rich man, and f___in you is not in the plans
            I'm out to get grands and livin on my own land
            So why f___ with that help? I'm livin in wealth, you under his belt (whatever)
            Hourglass shape I know you felt, wonderin how the p____ smelt
            Lavish taste'll have you livin in debt
            Fantasizin 'bout his wife's s__, how could you disrespect
            the man who supply the cash for yo' checks? (So what?)
            on the low cause you know he blaze tecs, and you fear for what's next
            Your life could be dead, for tryin to get my p____ wet
            Realize the bigger picture, I deal with bigger figures
            Don't have time for affairs, with the average n____z
            Keep the l___in to a limit, cause ain't no benefits in it
            Too much to lose if I let you hit it
            You know the force is deep, and you wanna creep
            Thinkin how sweet it would be if I just let you eat
            But till the boss show, I gotta stay true, the chump change won't do
            For me with you, isn't evident boo
        
            [Kool G. Rap]
            I like your style, kid you get wild, let the chips pile
            My click slit smiles across your man's throat, so look who big now
            Barkin on s___ like a big growl, lame chick you got this s___ foul
            We got the big bricks shipped in from miles
            While I'm whippin s___, 6 plus 6 valves
            Do a milli' from sick style, we regulate it
            Yo boo I guess you haven't heard the latest about these new ages
            Stackin outrageous
        
            [Camileone] + (G. Rap)
            Yeah, I heard about the way you flip birds
            Got these n____z standin on the curb, leafers and herbs
            You and my n____ exchanged words then parted ways
            You swore to God all day your squad would spray
            my man in all kinds of sick and r_____ed ways
            (Straight gave him a harp to play)
            I peeped your resume (You with me Angel?)
            Yeah no doubt, but I should bang you
        
            [Chorus]
        
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