Nothin 2 A Bo$$ - Yukmouth

To roll around on 24's.

Wit plenty millions in a vouge.

Everything a nigga want.

It’s nothin 2 a boss!

So much ice a nigga froze custom rides wit 3−1-0's.

Until I die it’s all West coast, it’s nothin big to a boss!

Yeah… if you gon' do it, do it right.

I’m in the blue and white.

Rally striped Vipe leavin Peanuts wit a crew of dykes.

Tuesday night I got my

game together.

I’m dangerous fella, my rims spin like plane propellers.

an I’m down wit Prince James forever.

Rap-A-Lot fo' lia.

Yukmouth, Scarface an Tela, and ya’ll know Yuk is off the meter.

For all you non-believers, I spark the heater.

I’m what you call a block

leader.

Why you hatin?

I roll through ya radio station wit Gary Payton.

In a franchise Lac outside on cherry Dayton’s.

An rock the new blue Burberry,

make every nation feel the thug vibration, uh.

My cars talk back like Michael

Knight.

I got a hundred on a Roy Jones and Tyson fight.

You wanna roll wit

baller, well tonight’s ya night.

I rock ice cause the price is right.

Step it up hater.

Yeah

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Every day I’m poppin a bottle, and poppin a tag.

Fourty G’s in a Gucci bag,

I’m coppin a Jag.

Two-hundred G’s in a Louie bag, I’m coppin a pad,

wit the dragon shaped tool in the bag.

What you know about that?!

What you know about chronic an Hypnotic, coppin Lamborghini’s from 3−1-0 an

Simbalic.

Drop stretch Hummers, twenty-four inch rims on it.

skin interior wit

the suede trim on it, wait!

I came in the game wit mobsta tales.

I hit Mr. Chow’s for meals,

crack lobster tails.

At the mall wit a model who only buys Chanelle.

You wish I fell, but I prevail, Yukmouth is ill.

I rock the 'Wheels of

Fortune' like Pat Sajack.

In a black Maybach, I’m tryin to bring the Bay back

In a A’s throw back and a A’s hat.

Yuk a beast, and bleach couldn’t fade that!

What?!

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