Boss Tycoon - Mac Dre, Yukmouth

I know, do re mi

But no I’m not a R&B singer

I’m a gangster rapper throwing up the middle finger

To them square Rubik’s Cubes, who don’t smoke and use

I’m a cutthoat boy and I got a short fuse

I get kinda hyphy when I’m gone off a little gin

You don’t like it?

Say hello to my little friend

Rat-a-tat-tatta, it really don’t matter

I push a hard line, cross it, niggas gon' scatter

I’m not the mad rapper, I’m the rapper gone bad

Recording on Pro Tools at the pad

I get a gang of bab;

boy, I’m a sav

Come through the sideshow yolkin' a cab

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)

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)

What you know about a 600 V12 CL’s

Spinnin' on them Sprewells

Dirty as hell like 'Fuck a detail!'

Still knock yo' female

Mack that bitch til' she break her Lee nails

On the track in the 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 niggas poppin' they collars, poppin' E pills

Poppin' them bottles then 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 Dom P., smokin' my broccoli

'Cause I’m a million dollar man like Ted DiBiase

The Feds see me, watch me, baby Liberace

The wrist stay rocky, the whips stay saucy, rims glossy

With mackin' ass 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

We tycoons, nigga

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)

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)

I ride around town in my clean ass Benz

Range Rove, Cougnut on some clean ass rims

Felt like Ted Turner, I pack a lead burner

Spit it, to get it, can’t quit it, I’m a bread earner (ch-ching)

Boss up at the 5-star telly

Dre touch mo' bread than the motherfucking deli

Young rich nigga, 20-inch nigga

P-I-M-P, it’s all on a bitch, nigga

I’ve been getting scrill, diamonds in my grill

Rep the pill, and boy do I keep it trill

Show-off, that’ll go off on a blade

Kill like Raid and stay gone off naid

Do what the fuck I 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’mma stay a tycoon

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)

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)