Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Tycoon, artist - C-Bo. Album song Enemy of the State, in the genre Рэп и хип-хопDate of issue: 14.03.2000
Record label: Warlock
Song language: English
Tycoon |
| Hmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmm |
| OhhhhhhhhhhhhOhhhhhhhhhhhhhh yeahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh |
| Now see I be the man with all the plans |
| Trips and personal leer jets across the land |
| See me in bently in front of billboard live |
| Sipping on cristal crushed ice and lime |
| While I flex baggets and rubys on my wrist |
| My niggas be the shit like rotweilers and pits |
| Top dollers and fits markeys to kiss |
| Your four keds on my pinkie might crease your lips |
| Got offshore accounts swizes in japan |
| Need money machines to count the cash at hand |
| Push a candy green navy on unleves with four tvs |
| Gold real smiling like flaming young key I’m all about the money |
| And I mix it with the hunnys but not a trick |
| Hoes can’t get none from me |
| Catch me in rag benz count my ends I don’t hate we move tapes |
| State to state |
| Surprise to see me riding your town |
| So much ice it’ll melt the whole city might drown |
| Forever stay a playa and ball with tycoons |
| Bentlys and mansions with like 15 rooms |
| Fall to my doom all I wanted was the cash |
| Lambouginis ferraris benz convertable jags |
| Rolex on my right bravado on my left rollin in sweat |
| On my personal leer jet tycoon |
| All I wanna do is to have the better things in life |
| I’m a tycoon diamond rings and live this life that’s all I knew |
| Was to hustle day and night stack my chips and rub this ice |
| That’s a playa’s life ohhhhhhhh yeahhhhhhhhhhh |
| Double r’s and movie stars wanna know who we are |
| Quarter million dollar cars in six car garage |
| It’s like a mirage when you step out on the deck |
| All I wanted was the best so I built the rest |
| And iced the neck then I spiced the deck with swimming pools and hot tubs |
| Private flights to met cico puerto rico peruvian flakes |
| Metro rap cakes that I’m getting for eight |
| I’m straight don’t use it never do I touch |
| I put this 40 carrots and diamonds and get them crushed |
| Lost the fourtune and fame I’m pushing the caine |
| When the fourtune put us stressed to get the fourtune I gained |
| And still remain the same nigga swerving the lanes |
| With a cup full of crushed ice pouring the champagne |
| Smoking the dank while I’m holding a drank |
| West coast my motto toting all the dank tycoon |
| I be a star to those who supposed to be hoes |
| But only hoes like those in skirts in tight cloths |
| And those a dealers played out with kangols |
| Had troppaz so I swooped up the range rolls |
| Got better hoes gucci sweater cloths |
| And went from V.S.O.P. |
| to X. O |
| From quarter karats to cares girlfriend |
| Then marriage with a baby to cherish |
| And a mansion for my parents |
| Timex to Rolex all gold to diamonds |
| Now I «Bling Bling» like Cash Money cause I’ll be shining |
| My broad stays smothered down |
| And Victoria’s Secret from a disc to her ass crack |
| Right price to peeping in all |
| I’m not a pimp I just live when I walk |
| Karl Kani boxers is fence because of my deal with warlock |
| Staking lobsters from pork chops |
| From pissing on lingers and knolies |
| To pissing criss down at the yacht tycoon |