Boss Tycoon

I know do-re-mi

But no, I'm not an R&B singer, I'm a gangsta rapper

Throwing up the middle finger to them square Rubik's Cubes

Who don't smoke and use

I'm a klepto boy, and I got a short fuse

I get kinda hyphy, when I'm gon' 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, **** gon' scatter

I'm not the mad rapper, I'm the rapper gone bad

Recording on Pro-Tools at the pad

I give the gang a bath

Boy, I'm a sav

Come through the sideshow, yoking the calf

Fuck what it costs

I'm a boss

Tycoon

Dipped in sauce

I floss

I coon

Fuck what it costs

I'm a boss

Tycoon

Dipped in sauce

I floss

I coon

What you know about a six hunnid, V-12

CL, spinning on them Sprewells

Dirty as hell, like fuck a detail

Still knock your female

Mack that bitch till she break her lee nails

On the track in the TL

Yukmouth, first week out, eighty-thousand on the street sales

Now I'm CEO, that's seven dollars on the retail, bitch

I got **** popping they collars, popping E-pills

Popping them bottles, then popping them cowards with heat-tel

And fuck Spitz, I get my ice from Avianne's

My New York, Italian-y, he plugged me with the Spanish mamis

Bitches belly dancing like a Swami

But fuck 'em

I'm too cocky, popping that Don P, smoking 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 whip stay saucy

Rims glossy with rapping ass Dre beside me

Call me frosty

Frosty the Snowman

The Oakland dope man

Sell more kicks than Copeland's, bitch

The Oakland mayor, the Oakland raider

With the king of Vallejo, bitch, fold up paper, Tycoons

Fuck what it costs

I'm a boss

Tycoon

Dipped in sauce

I floss

I coon

Fuck what it costs

I'm a boss

Tycoon

Dipped in sauce

I floss

I coon

I ride around town in my clean ass Benz

Rang Rove, scooped tight in some clean ass rims

Felt like Ted Turner

I pack a lead burner

Spit it to get it, then quit it

I'm a bread earner

Boss up at the five star telly

Dre touch more bread, than a motherfucking deli

Young rich ****

Twenty inch ****

P-I-M-P, it's all on the pitch, ****

I been getting scrill

Diamonds in my grill

Rep the pill

And boy do I keep it trill

Show off

Gotta go off on a blade

Kill like graves and stay gone of may

Do what the fuck I wanna

Ya'll 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

Fuck what it costs

I'm a boss

Tycoon

Dipped in sauce

I floss

I coon

Fuck what it costs

I'm a boss

Tycoon

Dipped in sauce

I floss

I coon