Esham Lyrics

Esham Lyrics

"Boss Up Lyrics"

Love Is Reason Lyrics
(Pal Waaktaar/ Magne Furuholmen) My breath was coming fast And as i make a start You turn to go oh, oh I'll do what you want me to I'll cry at the thought of the loss of a heart Love is reason Love is reason Love is reason Love is reason enough My morals are changing fast I told you it wouldn't last You turn and go oh, oh I'll be what you want me to

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,
God Part II Lyrics
For John Lennon Don't believe the devil I don't believe his book But the truth is not the same Without the lies he made up Don't believe in excess Success is to give Don't believe in riches But you should see where I live I...I believe in love Don't believe in forced entry Don't believe in rape But every time she passes by Wild thoughts escape I don't believ
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
Straight Cold Player Lyrics
Music & Lyrics: Lenny Kravitz I'm a straight cold player Just a straight cold player Straight cold prayer Ouah ! Just a straight cold player Just a straight cold player Straight cold player Ouah! I'm a straight cold player I'm just a straight cold player Straight cold player I'm just a straight cold player, player Straight cold player Just a straight col
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
Co-Pilot Lyrics
everybody says that you're no good i don't pay attention though it doesn't matter though i know it should i don't pay attention so what's the use when it never ends and you're singluar it's true so much for them who cares about my friends be my co-pilot come be in my dream you looked so beautiful there just like the part of you that makes a part of you seem everybody tries so hard to bring me dow
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