Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Boss Tycoon, artist - Mac Dre.
Date of issue: 31.12.2001
Song language: English
Boss Tycoon |
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) |