[Mac Dre]
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` 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 2X]
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 CEO 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`ma stay a Tycoon
[Chorus]
