Nothin 2 a Bo$$-Yukmouth
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TXT Nothin 2 a Bo$$-Yukmouth 文本歌词
作曲 : Blackman, Ellis
Yukmouth –
Nothin 2 A
Bo$$ Haha...
I can't believe you niggas.
You can't be serious.
You really thought since '
Pac died the
West coast fell the f**k off, huh?
You thought since
Dre ain't made a album, we flopped?
F**k that sh*t ni**a!
Rap-A-Lot for life ni**a!
Yukmouth ni**a!
West Coast don ni**a!
What's wit it punk?!
It's nuthin to a boss ni**a!
We been ridin on dubb's that spin ni**a!
We been poppin bottles, ni**a, since '
Pac was alive ni**a.
The West Coast is back you faggot a** f**ks!
I'm from the
West Coast and never-ever crip-walk.
I'm like the
Bird Man, platinum grill, big cross an
I'm tryin to sell a few mill like
Kris Kross.
I'm ultra cocky, tell a chicken get lost.
Diss the boss an get ya lips ripped off.
I let clips off, ya whole click soft.
What you know about a hundred on a wrist watch.
Twenty on ya chicks watch, loungin
Gucci flip flops, and
I bang in the club like
Rick Rock.
Yuk show you how to rock that real thug hip-hop.
They ride lo-lo's,
Yukmouth flip drops off the floor every year is a whip hop.
Menage-a-trios all year if ya chick jock.
With ten karats in my ear like a big shot.
Godzilla get the scrilla like
Chris Rock, an
I'ma bring the
West back when my sh*t drop.
To roll around on 24's.
Wit plenty millions in a vouge.
Everything a ni**a want.
It's nothin 2 a boss!
So much ice a ni**a 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 CHORU
S 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?! CHO
RUS
