Mac Dre Boss Tycoon Lyrics

Thizzelle Washington Track Listing
CD 1
  • 1 Intro
  • 2 Monday Thru Sunday
  • 3 Stuart Littles
  • 4 Help Me
  • 5 The Mac Named Dre
  • 6 Dam I Used to Know That (interlude)
  • 7 Boss Tycoon
  • 8 4 Myself
  • 9 C.U.T./T.H.O.A.T.
  • 10 Han Solo
  • 11 Rap Life
  • 12 Thizzelle Dance
  • 13 Soom Lama (interlude)
  • 14 Big Breaded
  • 15 Dollalalala Lotsa Paypa
  • 16 Miss You

  • (feat. Yukmouth)
    [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' 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 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

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