Boss Tycoon

(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' 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 2X)
 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
 (Chorus)