Nothin 2 A Bo$$ lyrics

Artist  : Yukmouth 
Song : Nothin 2 A Bo$$



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 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 fuck off, huh? You thought
since Dre ain't made a album, we flopped? Fuck
that shit nigga! Rap-A-Lot for life nigga!
Yukmouth nigga! West Coast don nigga! What's wit
it punk?! It's nuthin to a boss nigga! We been
ridin on dubb's that spin nigga! We been poppin
bottles, nigga, since 'Pac was alive nigga. The
West Coast is back you faggot ass fucks!

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 shit drop.



To roll around on 24's. Wit plenty millions in a
vouge. Everything a nigga want. It's nothin 2 a
boss! So much ice a nigga 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

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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?!

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