Mac Dre - Boss Tycoon lyrics

(feat. Yukmouth)

[Mac Dre:]

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 CEO 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'ma stay a Tycoon