Lyrics Nothin 2 A Bo$$ - Yukmouth

Nothin 2 A Bo$$

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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