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
from Diced Pineapples lyrics by Rick Ross
Since Big Pop passed, hip-hop has been thirsting for another papa bear type figure. Rick Ross tries to pickup where Life After Death left off, and for the most part does it to convincing effect. On “Diced Pineapples” he croons only as he knows how: with his money and power.
