Nothin 2 a Bo$$

Nothin 2 a Bo$$ 歌词

歌曲 Nothin 2 a Bo$$
歌手 Yukmouth
专辑 Godzilla
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作曲 : Blackman, Ellis
Yukmouth –
Nothin 2 A
Bo$$ Haha...
I can't believe you niggas.
You can't be serious.
You really thought since '
Pac died the
West coast fell the 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 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
zuo qu : 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 fuck off, huh?
You thought since
Dre ain' t made a album, we flopped?
Fuck that shit nigga!
RapALot 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 neverever cripwalk.
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 hiphop.
They ride lolo' s,
Yukmouth flip drops off the floor every year is a whip hop.
Menageatrios 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 310' 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.
RapALot fo' lia.
Yukmouth,
Scarface an
Tela, and ya' ll know
Yuk is off the meter.
For all you nonbelievers,
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. Twohundred
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 310 an
Simbalic.
Drop stretch
Hummers, twentyfour 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
zuò qǔ : 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 fuck off, huh?
You thought since
Dre ain' t made a album, we flopped?
Fuck that shit nigga!
RapALot 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 neverever cripwalk.
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 hiphop.
They ride lolo' s,
Yukmouth flip drops off the floor every year is a whip hop.
Menageatrios 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 310' 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.
RapALot fo' lia.
Yukmouth,
Scarface an
Tela, and ya' ll know
Yuk is off the meter.
For all you nonbelievers,
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. Twohundred
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 310 an
Simbalic.
Drop stretch
Hummers, twentyfour 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
Nothin 2 a Bo$$ 歌词
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