Artist: C-bo
Album: Final Chapter
Song: Big boss
Typed by: Seasideplayer@Hotmail.com

[Chorus]
Now who’s the big boss nigga who you talk
From cali to denver to atlanta and to new york
Now who’s the big boss nigga who you thought from cali to denver
To atlanta and to new york

My fuck parole nigga this shit for the solja’s
With some scrapping with no got to get paid just dripping in sweat now
Cut throat got him slashed now pressure on you g’z
With the game bomb first big boss petty cost for ya’ll nigga
Till we came and fucked with ya’ll ridahs got these hoes in our hide
outs
Breaking my silence locating with forty jays hit the town on these
hawks
Celebrating pay fuck with grenedes I be blowing
Riding in the fast lane striking eighty nine bitches jock the chose to
slide
with us
But baby girl you can ride with us my pocket swoll with us
Just chill and get high with us here take this to your thigh
With us let’s connect the dots help circulate the muscle chop and chop
But we be bring the action with the plug I got fo’ show satisfaction

[C-bo]
Now who’s the big boss nigga who you talk
From cali to denver to atlanta and to new york
Big boss big boss shake them haters when we floss
Hit flows when we nigga who you talk
From cali to denver to atlanta and to new york
Now who’s the big boss nigga who you thought
From cali to denver to atlanta and to new york
It costs to be the boss shake the hater when we flossing
We getting static constantly when we roam

I’m dreaded niggas gone rest in piss I throw bows like grits
And its hard to act like a bitch I’m trying to get rich make it hits
Remember when I used to hit licks stack chips like major man
From courting to xzibit while I flip don’t trip
Come short on my shit get blasted so we come up on you madd
Point blank range and let you have it on my cabbage
Though you niggas were for sure they savage hends track us like magnets
Put niggas in caskets I roll with assassins
Like crusing want it I’m quick to blast I’ll fire on niggas nicknamed
The ghetto bastard the major factor the type of feds they love to
capture
If they can get caught up in my rapture when I start breaking them off
Like cracks label me as a hazard observe gangster raps and jackers
And money stacks that we do the hustle bastards quick to flash
On backstabbers addicted to drama and action pushing stacks and
automatics
The hoods action

[C-bo]
Now who’s the big boss nigga who you talk
From cali to denver to atlanta and to new york
Big boss big boss shake them haters when we floss
Hit flows when we nigga who you talk
From cali to denver to atlanta and to new york
Now who’s the big boss nigga who you thought
From cali to denver to atlanta and to new york
It costs to be the boss shake the hater when we flossing
We getting static constantly when we roam

We breaks’em down like a compound fraction feening for action
Pistol packing never slacking cuz I gotta stack till I’m richer and
richer
There ain’t no m* fucking with these bitches my tone wanna ride my
Ain’t no snitches in my some cows wanted to pop it
That’s twisting up that bomb shit after these cali bagels and sags
And pushing cadillacs mustangs chevys and jags

I’m a young nigga with game cobe only 20 but og I hustle with this shit
You niggas love you hate foty cuz dam you phony as like some wine
Take a trip with these hoes only the type of bitches crying to blow me
You know it’s kingpins only I make that never had a tenderonli
But had a hillas the hoes be on me ohh what they know me from
This cali ladees