- Yukmouth Boss Tycoon 歌词
- Mac Dre Yukmouth
- Uh, what Nigga what... let's do it, (nigga what)
Nigga what...
Like that [Verse 1: Mac Dre]
I know, doe ray me
But no I'm not a
R&B sanger
I'm a gangter rapper throwin' up the middle fanger
To them square rubix cubes, who don't smoke and use
I'm a cutthoat boy and
I got a short fuse
I get kind of hyphy when
I'm gone off a little
Gin You don't like it, say hello to my little friend
Rat-ta-tat-tatta, it really don't matter
I push a hard line cross it, niggaz gon' scatter
I'm not the mad rapper,
I'm the rapper gon' bad
Recordin' on
Pro-Tools at the pad
I give the game a bath, boy
I'm a sav
Come through the sideshow yokin' the
Cad [Chorus: x2]
Fuck what it cost (what it cost)
I'm a boss (I'm a boss),
Tycoon (ty-tycoon)
Dipped in sauce (in sauce),
I floss (I floss)
I coon (I-I coon) [Verse 2: Yukmouth]
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
What you know about a, 600
V12 CL's spinnin' on them
Spreewells, dirty as hell
Like fuck a detail, still knock yo female
Mack that bitch til' she break her
Lee nails
On the track in
TL, Yukmouth
First week out 80 thousand on the street sales
Now I'm CE
O that's seven dollars on the retail, bitch
I got niggaz poppin' they collars, poppin'
E pills Poppin' them bottles, to poppin' them cowards with that heatelle
And fuck Spitz,
I get my ice from
Vionnis My new york italianni, he plug me with
Spanish mamis
Bitches belly dancin' like a swami, but fuck em'
I'm too cocky, poppin' that
Don P., smokin' my broccoli
Cause I'm a million dollar man like
Ted Dediase
The FEDz see me, watch me, baby
Liberace The wrist stay rocky, the whips stay saucy, rims glossy
With mackin' as
Dre beside me
Call me frosty, frosty the snowman, the
Oakland dopeman
Sell more kicks than
Copeland's, bitch
The Oakland mayor, the
Oakland Raider
With the king of
Vallejo, bitch,
Foldin' paper
Tycoon [Chorus] [Verse 3: Mac Dre]
I ride around town in my clean ass
Benz Range
Rov, coughnut on some clean ass rims
Hot like Ted
Turner, I pack the lead burner
Spit it, to get it, can't quit it
I'm a bread earner (ch-ching)
Post up at the 5-star telly,
Dre touch mo' bread
Than a motherfuckin' deli
Young rich nigga, 20 inch nigga,
P-I-M-P It's all on a bitch nigga
I've been gettin' scrill, diamonds in my grill
Rep the pill, and boy do
I keep it trill
Showoff, that'll go off on a blade
Kill like
Raid and stay gon' off made
Do what the fuck wanna, got bitches on the corner
Not just a thizz user,
I'm a thizz owner
Sometimes
I thizz, sometimes
I shroom But whatever
I do, I'm a stay a
Tycoon
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