| Uh, what Nigga what... let's do it, (nigga what) | |
| Nigga what... | |
| Like that [Verse 1: Mac Dre] | |
| I know, doe ray me | |
| But no I'm not a | |
| R&B sanger | |
| I'm a gangter rapper throwin' up the middle fanger | |
| To them square rubix cubes, who don't smoke and use | |
| I'm a cutthoat boy and | |
| I got a short fuse | |
| I get kind of hyphy when | |
| I'm gone off a little | |
| Gin You don't like it, say hello to my little friend | |
| Rat-ta-tat-tatta, it really don't matter | |
| I push a hard line cross it, niggaz gon' scatter | |
| I'm not the mad rapper, | |
| I'm the rapper gon' bad | |
| Recordin' on | |
| Pro-Tools at the pad | |
| I give the game a bath, boy | |
| I'm a sav | |
| Come through the sideshow yokin' the | |
| Cad [Chorus: x2] | |
| 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) [Verse 2: Yukmouth] | |
| Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah | |
| What you know about a, 600 | |
| V12 CL's spinnin' on them | |
| Spreewells, dirty as hell | |
| Like fuck a detail, still knock yo female | |
| Mack that bitch til' she break her | |
| Lee nails | |
| On the track in | |
| TL, Yukmouth | |
| First week out 80 thousand on the street sales | |
| Now I'm CE | |
| O that's seven dollars on the retail, bitch | |
| I got niggaz poppin' they collars, poppin' | |
| E pills Poppin' them bottles, to 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 | |
| Don P., smokin' my broccoli | |
| Cause I'm a million dollar man like | |
| Ted Dediase | |
| The FEDz see me, watch me, baby | |
| Liberace The wrist stay rocky, the whips stay saucy, rims glossy | |
| With mackin' as | |
| 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 | |
| Tycoon [Chorus] [Verse 3: Mac Dre] | |
| I ride around town in my clean ass | |
| Benz Range | |
| Rov, coughnut on some clean ass rims | |
| Hot like Ted | |
| Turner, I pack the lead burner | |
| Spit it, to get it, can't quit it | |
| I'm a bread earner (ch-ching) | |
| Post up at the 5-star telly, | |
| Dre touch mo' bread | |
| Than a motherfuckin' deli | |
| Young rich nigga, 20 inch nigga, | |
| P-I-M-P It's all on a bitch nigga | |
| I've been gettin' scrill, diamonds in my grill | |
| Rep the pill, and boy do | |
| I keep it trill | |
| Showoff, that'll go off on a blade | |
| Kill like | |
| Raid and stay gon' off made | |
| Do what the fuck 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'm a stay a | |
| Tycoon |