Nothin 2 A Bo$$

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
CHORUS
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?!
CHORUS