(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' 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 [Chorus]