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Lyrics



Stogie T - Chairman of the Board Lyrics





Get me your manager
Get me your boss
Tell em I was sent up here
By the chairman of board

verse 1
And of course they can't stand him
'Cause he came from the bottom to grandstand 'em
They got bread with the butter
He got bread from the gutter, goddammit
Silver spoon fed motherfuckers
Always snooze but still get supper
See, the moves from the hustle
Let him do the impossible and get up
From a bank teller, just another small town fella
Crystal ball fortune teller
Couldn't call his fortune hella
Defied the gods, said never
Self made Mr. Car Salesman ace up the sleeves, waiting
Get paid look at them saving out the age reveal the champagne
They doubted the campaign, what a goddamn shame
Built the towers that come after 9/11
All this bitches have been laden (laid in)
The king maker
Put the chain on the stomach, the win greater
If you real player, put your glove in the sky for a real player
A real, player

chorus
Let's hear another one, round of applause
Put your glasses in the air for the chairman of the board
Here's to the hustlers, cheers to the boss
Tell em I was sent up here by the chairman of the board

[Verse 2]
Get the Dibas by hook
or crook
'Till it look like a Madiba photo book
This niggas buck like they swim with sharks
But can barely hook
a snoek
Can't compare what it took
And the monsters they shook
off for 'em to get a proper look
Now they shop and look for a sharper look
Killer wrist wear Captain Hook
Only this way up the hood
On your own shit and stay out for good
They bust here
Take a taxi take a train, third class here
They hustling, taking chances, making them ends and flashing
With them ornaments that honour men
Switching chicks wishing they'd call again
They doubted the campaign, what a goddamn shame
Leaving the towers that come after 9/11
All this bitches have been laden (laid in)
The king maker
Put the chain on the stomach, the win greater
If you real player, put your glove in the sky for a real player
Now real, player

chorus
Let's hear another one, round of applause
Put your glasses in the air for the chairman of the board
Here's to the hustlers, cheers to the boss
Tell em I was sent up here by the chairman of the board

You not the type that can say that they last doing business with sharks
You not the type that can wish it, work hard and see it tomorrow
Only the toughest, the smartest exist in this jungle of ours
This not for the boys, this one is for the boss