[Intro]
Fuck that nigga Slim! You the motherfucking boss!
[Hook]
I call shots - like a boss
Stack knots - like a boss
Cop drops - like a boss
On top - like a boss
Paid the cost - like the boss
When I floss - like a boss
Big house - like a boss
Rep the North - like a boss
Who the boss nigga? Who the motherfucking boss?
Who the boss nigga? Who the motherfucking boss?
Who the boss nigga? Who the motherfucking boss?
Who the boss nigga? You see the motherfucking boss!
[Verse 1]
I'm Slim Thugger motherfucker! Tha Boss of all bosses
That's right! AKA - he who the King of the North is!
Wars won, no losses; who wanna compete?
With the chief of the police, who got the keys to the streets
I'm a full time hustler, part-time rhymer
I'm having thangs Pha-real (you punks ain't no grinders)
You fools just went to school and learned to use Pro Tools?
And tried to copy your G-Moves off the ten o'clock news
You can't survive in my shoes or afford to pay my dues
Wit your cartoon crews, you niggas destined to lose!
I rock Eminem and 50 Cent crowds
And spend most of my weekends cruising above clouds
From the West to the Southway to the East Coast
I switch time zones more than ho's switch clothes
I was born to be on top (top), born to call shots (shots)
Born to cop drops and trick off fats knots, like a boss!
Fuck that nigga Slim! You the motherfucking boss!
[Hook]
I call shots - like a boss
Stack knots - like a boss
Cop drops - like a boss
On top - like a boss
Paid the cost - like the boss
When I floss - like a boss
Big house - like a boss
Rep the North - like a boss
Who the boss nigga? Who the motherfucking boss?
Who the boss nigga? Who the motherfucking boss?
Who the boss nigga? Who the motherfucking boss?
Who the boss nigga? You see the motherfucking boss!
[Verse 1]
I'm Slim Thugger motherfucker! Tha Boss of all bosses
That's right! AKA - he who the King of the North is!
Wars won, no losses; who wanna compete?
With the chief of the police, who got the keys to the streets
I'm a full time hustler, part-time rhymer
I'm having thangs Pha-real (you punks ain't no grinders)
You fools just went to school and learned to use Pro Tools?
And tried to copy your G-Moves off the ten o'clock news
You can't survive in my shoes or afford to pay my dues
Wit your cartoon crews, you niggas destined to lose!
I rock Eminem and 50 Cent crowds
And spend most of my weekends cruising above clouds
From the West to the Southway to the East Coast
I switch time zones more than ho's switch clothes
I was born to be on top (top), born to call shots (shots)
Born to cop drops and trick off fats knots, like a boss!
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