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HED: Reebok Classics Brings You Rick Ross, Live in Las Vegas

It’s hard to believe that Rick Ross has only been in the game for the past six years, as it’s now hard to imagine rap music without him. From the “Maybach Music” call out to the signature grunts, Ricky Rozay is as much a part of the culture of hip-hop as anyone calling himself an MC. To salute this one-of-a-kind talent, who has gone from upstart to classic in such a short period of time, Reebok Classics has selected Rick Ross as the third performer in its concert series. The bar has been set high in this series, with passionate performances from Eve and Rakim having gone down already, but we’re thinking Rick is up to the challenge.

Ross will be performing in Las Vegas on August 20, and we will have venue information for you very soon. In the meantime, visit www.superglued.com/ReebokClassics to enter to win tickets to the show, as well as other great prizes, and for more info on the concert series, go to http://agenda.complex.com/reebokclassics2012.

Rick Ross Talks Diced Pineapples With MTV

Rick Ross recently spoke with MTV about Cardiak/T-Minus produced track “Diced Pineapples” featuring Drake and Wale. Ross’s album “God Forgives I Don’t” is set to release next Tuesday, July 31st. See what Ross had to say about “Diced Pineapples” below.

“When I got out of the hospital — you know, I had a seizure last year — when I was leaving, the doctor told me, ‘You gotta eat some more fruit, drink you some water, eat fruit and just relax for a little while.’ My fruit of choice was pineapples. For the next three weeks, I woke up every morning and ate diced pineapples, and I put the concept together. Drizzy came in, as well as Wale, and it’s kinda like, ‘She could be my diced pineapple. This special lady, she could be what I wake up to every morning and help me get by every day.”

Rick Ross ft Drake & Wale – Diced Pineapples Lyrics

Rick Ross ft Drake & Wale – Diced Pineapples Lyrics are posted below. Rick Ross’s “God Forgives I Don’t” is right around the corner, available in stores July 31st!

Diced pineapple
Tonight you will reach a height that the sky wont catch you
The highest form of my admiration, I ain’t no connoisseur but
I’m kinda sure you will admire my taste
And before the sun graze ya
I’m tryna see how deep you are and believe me shawty I ain’t talking about
no intimate conversation
I’m wanna see if I can make you reach things unattainable when I peek into your nature
And I promise you my goals will exceed any pyshical pleasure
I wanna give you whats better than better
The better my effort, the wetter her treasure
The more these mere moments seem like heavens or
Temporary forever’s
Shawty get it together
Diced Pineapple

May your love come down some of mine might have you
You design my imagination
And let me redefine foreplay so you need ?
Tell me shawty you got it baby
If it’s not it baby
Hope its progress baby
Let it all drip baby
Stop that shaking
No more talking baby
No more talking baby

[Rick Ross]
Shawty so fine, Pussy so fresh
Diced pineapples, there my baby taste the best
I nearly lost my mind
Guess it was a test
Swept her off her feet and went and bought her ass a Lex’
Paid it off cash, so I never wrote a check
Leave my cars at her crib, I’m just stuntin’ on her ex
Pussy’s excellent and I know it sound a mess
I like to make her toes curl as I’m licking on her flesh
Sex all night, couple shots of ciroc
Crib on the water, got Lebron up the block
Money ain’t a thing baby, welcome to the mark
Diced pineapples talking diamonds by the jar
Bitch so bad got me wishing I could sing her
You know form is ? when you on the team
Double-M G them other niggas fell off
Baby girl I just wanna see you well off

Call me crazy, shit at least you calling
Feels better when you let it out don’t it girl
Know it’s easy to get caught up in the moment
When you say it cause you mad and you take it all back
Then we fuck all night til things get right
Then we fuck all night til things get right

[Rick Ross]
Shawty so fine, pussy so fresh
Diced pineapples I just bought my girl a set
I know my lifestyle wild, I do it for the set
She know how to make me smile
And she do it with the sex
Pop bottles, make love, thug passion
Red Bottoms Montclair, high fashion
Belt buckles, door handles gold plated
Balmain, rich denim, out Vegas
French Riviera, baby girl lets take a trip
I’ma trip, go to Cannes, France to catch a flick
Baby listen, this position is a blessing
And with your permission hopefully you’ll learn a lesson
I’m so fly that I shouldn’t even walk
She so fine she ain’t even gotta talk
Diced pineapples, talking diamonds by the jar
She never wrote a song but I know that she’s a star

Call me crazy shit at least you calling
Feels better when you let it out don’t it girl
Yo it’s easy to get caught up in the moment
When you say it cause you mad and you take it all back
Then we fuck all night til things get right
Then we fuck all night til things get right
Aww yeah

Something about her probably cant live without her
Roll up some sour, let me kiss on a fountain
Mission accomplished, you increasing your heart rate
And I won’t ever rescue me the peak of your mountain
Eager to show you, thinking that I should know you
And you eager to work perfect, I can’t employ you
Designer shit spoil you, rub you down with the oil
To get on a higher tree, gonna have to climb a sequoia
Hol’ up, showing off some Agent provocateur
Rushing you out your draws
Though patiently get you off
Hate when they get too anxious though
Hate when they be too ?
Like too get too deep
But I hate to get too deeply involved
How sweet is you
Let me see some proof
Fuck making pussy talk
I like to make it sing a tune
All we need it weed
We don’t need no room
Right now I’m trying
We don’t need a spoon

[Drake – Hook]

Rick Ross Says ‘YOLO’ Mixtape Is Still A Possibility (Video)

Rick Ross and MMG sat down with RapFix Live to talk to Sway from MTV News about the ‘YOLO’ mixtape Rick Ross and Drake were suppose to collaborate on. Rick Ross tells Sway that the ‘YOLO’ mixtape is still a possibility though. There’s a lot more to the interview, so watch below to get the inside scoop. Also MMG released #SelfMade2 this past week, so make sure to cop that in store now.

Drake and Rick Ross’s YOLO Mixtape Might Be Renamed

Remember last year Drake and Rick Ross was working on a joint mixtape that was going to be called YOLO? Well that might not happen anymore, says Drake. Drake spoke with Sway from MTV News about how they might have to change the name of the mixtape, because YOLO has became an epidemic. Watch the interview below to catch the full scoop.

“That title has become so … it’s like an epidemic. So I hope by the time we finish it, it would still hold weight and substance. We might have to call it something different now ’cause that’s just so attached to ‘The Motto.”

French Montana Feat. Drake, Lil Wayne, Rick Ross – Pop That Lyrics

Don’t stop, pop that, don’t stop
Pop that pop that pop that

[Rick Ross]
Drop that pussy bitch

I’m young Papi, Champagne
They know the face, and they know the name
Drop that pussy bitch
What you twerkin with
Work, work, work, work, bounce
What you twerkin with

[French Montana]
Work, work, work, work, work, work
What you twerkin with
Throw it, bust it open
Show me what you twerk with
Ass so fat need a lap dance
I’m in that white ghost chasing Pac-Man
Hundred out the lot, I be leaning that Ciroc
Hundred large bring a mop
Cars tinted like Barack
Got a Brinks truck in my pocket
Thirty chains on my collar
Two drops, no mileage
Top off like Wallace
And I’m inhaling smoke, bitch know that
Filthy rich before rap
Your new deal, I throw that
Three beans I’m on that
We pop a molly, she buss it open
She seen the ‘gatti, that pussy soaking


[Rick Ross]
I love my big booty bitches, my life a Godfather picture
Local club in my city, I fell in love with a stripper
Bitches know I’m that nigga
Talking four-door Bugatti I’m the life of the party
Let’s get these hoes on the Molly
You know I came to stunt
So drop that pussy bitch
I got what you want, drop that pussy bitch
Film it, film it this bitch want me to film it
Balling, balling like I play for New England
Spend it, spend it, spend a stack every minute
Thats fifty, one hundred, I see no fucking limits
Shout out to Uncle Luke
Shout out my bitches too
We the 2 Live Crew
Two for me, two for you
Feed them bitches carrots
Fuck em like a rabbit
Sorry that’s a habit, smoke a spliff and then I vanish


I’m about being single, seeing double, making triple
I hope you pussy niggas hating never make a nickel
It’s good to make it better when your people make it with you
Money coming, money going, ain’t like you could take it with you
It’s about to be a hit right now, fuck back then we the shit right now
Dropped Take Care, bought a mothafuckin’ crib
Picking up the keys to that bitch right now
OVO that’s major shit, Toronto with me that’s mayor shit
Gettin cheddar packs like KD, OKC that’s player shit
We don’t dress alike, we don’t rap alike
I shine different, I rhyme different
Only thing you got is some years on me
Man fuck you and your time difference
I’m Young Papi, champagne
They know the face and they know the name
Got one watch that could probably pay for like all your chains
And you’d owe me change, ah!
Greystone, twenty bottles that’s on me
On the couch, wildin’ out yelling free my niggas ’til they all free
One of my closest dawgs got three kids and they all three
But we always been that type of crew that been good without a plan B


[Lil Wayne]
Bitch! Stop talkin’ that shit
And suck a nigga dick for some Trukfit
Okay I fuck a bitch and I’m gone
That’s gangsta: Al Capone
I make that pussy spit like Bone
I’m talkin’ ’bout bone, bone, bone bone
I’m fuckin with French, excuse my French
I lose my mind before I lose my bitch
Money ain’t a thing but a chicken wing
Bitch I ball like two eyelids
YMCM beat that pussy up, stop playin’
I make her ass scream and holla like rock bands
I’m a beast, I’m off the leash
I am rich like a bitch
On my Proactiv shit, pop that pussy like a zit
I go by the name Lil Tunechi
Your girl is a groupie
And nigga, you’s a square
And I will twist you like in a Rubix
Motherfucker I’m on my skateboard
Watch me do a trick ho
I’m 5?5” but I could six nine
Then beat that pussy like Klitschko
It’s French Montana, fuck Joe
It’s Weezy F, fuck hoes
It’s Truk the world
It’s Truk yo girl
It’s Trukfit by the truck load, biatch!