Nothin 2 a Bo$$

Yukmouth –

Nothin 2 A

Bo$$ Haha...

I can't believe you *****s.

You can't be serious.

You really thought since '

Pac died the

West coast fell the ***** off, huh?

You thought since

Dre ain't made a album, we flopped?

***** that ******t *****!

Rap-A-Lot for life *****!

Yukmouth *****!

West Coast don *****!

What's wit it punk?!

It's nuthin to a boss *****!

We been ridin on dubb's that spin *****!

We been poppin bottles, *****, since '

Pac was alive *****.

The West Coast is back you ****** ass *****s!

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 ****y, 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 ******t drop.

To roll around on 24's.

Wit plenty millions in a vouge.

Everything a ***** want.

It's nothin 2 a boss!

So much ice 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