Say "Happy b-day!" to the Boss.
This Saturday, Miami rapper, superhefty hustler, and Maybach Music impresario Rick Ross (born William Leonard Roberts II) turns 36 motherf**kin' years old.
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We imagine the big man intends to celebrate the day of his birth by waking up late to count some cash, kiss his favorite bitch, and then eat a stack of hotcakes with a lil' bacon before smoking a big, fat postmeal b-day blunt.
In the evening, Rozay might even catch a nap, chill with his MMG homies while watching Scarface for the thousandth time, or hit the strip club to drop off a giant garbage bag full of $100 bills. Maybe he'll have dinner (fried cheese bread, artichoke dip, roast chicken with sides, and three pieces of key lime pie) with famous friends at his favorite casual dining spot, Houston's. Or perhaps he'll choose to find and feed "a nasty girl who swallows what's on the menu."
The point: After recently suffering a double seizure due to five years' lack of sleep and rest, the Boss needs to take 24 hours to chillax. 'Cause the very next day, he's gotta go back to work, shaking fans' hands, spitting postgangsta truisms, and pretending to laugh at Diddy's jokes for the official Rick Ross birthday bash on South Beach.
Just enjoy your b-day, big homie. Don't hustle too hard.