Yukmouth - Nothin 2 A Bo$$ (feat. Benjilino) Lyrics[Yukmouth]Haha... I can't believe you niggazYou can't be seriousYou really thought since 'Pac died the West coast fell the ***** off, huh?You thought since Dre ain't made a album, we flopped?***** 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 niggaThe West Coast is back you faggot ass *****s![Verse 1]I'm from the West Coast and never-ever crip-walkI'm like the Bird Man, platinum grill, big crossan I'm tryin to sell a few mill like Kris KrossI'm ultra *****y, tell a chicken get lostdiss the boss an get ya lips ripped offI let clips offya whole click softwhat you know about a hundred on a wrist watchtwenty on ya chicks watchloungin Gucci flip flopsand I bang in the club like Rick RockYuk show you how to rock that real thug hip-hopthey ride lo-lo'sYukmouth flip dropsoff the floor every year is a whip hopmenage-a-trios all year if ya chick jockwith ten karats in my ear like big shotGodzilla get the scrilla like Chris Rockan I'ma bring the West back when my shit drop[Chorus - Benjilino]To roll around on 24'swit plenty millions in a vougeeverything a nigga want..It's nothin 2 a boss!So much ice a nigga frozecustom rides wit 310'suntil I die it's all West coastIt's nothin big to a boss![Verse 2]Yeah... if you gon' do it, do it rightI'm in the blue and whiterally striped Vipe leavin Peanuts wit a crew of dykesTuesday night I got my game togetherI'm dangerous fellamy rims spin like plane propellersan I'm down wit Prince James foreverRap-A-Lot fo' lia (life)Yukmouth, Scarface an Telaand ya'll know Yuk is off the meterfor all you non-believersI spark the heaterI'm what you call a block leaderWhy you hatin?I roll through ya radio station wit Gary Paytonin a franchise Lac outside on cherry Dayton'san rock the new blue Burberrymake every nation feel the thug vibration, uhmy cars talk back like Michael KnightI got a hunderd on a Roy Jones and Tyson fightyou wanna roll wit baller, well tonight's ya nightI rock ice cause the price is rightstep it up hater. Yeah[Chorus]To roll around on 24'swit plenty millions in a vougeeverything a nigga want..It's nothin 2 a boss!So much ice a nigga frozecustom rides wit 310'suntil I die it's all West coastIt's nothin big to a boss![Verse 3]Every day I'm poppin a bottle, and poppin a tagfourty G's in a Gucci bag, I'm coppin a Jagtwo-hundred G's in a Louie bag, I'm coppin a padwit the dragon shaped tool in the bagWhat you know about that?!What you know about chronic an Hypnoticcoppin Lamborghini's from 310 an Simbalicdrop stretch Hummers, twenty-four inch rims on it??? skin interior wit the suede trim on it, wait!I came in the game wit mobsta talesI hit Mr. Chow's for meals, crack lobster tailsat the mall wit a model who only buys Chanelleyou wish I fell, but I prevail, Yukmouth is illI rock the 'Wheels of Fortune' like Pat Sajackin a black MaybachI'm tryin to bring the Bay backin a A's throw back and a A's hatYuk a beast, and bleach couldn't fade that!What?![Chorus]To roll around on 24'swit plenty millions in a vougeeverything a nigga want..It's nothin 2 a boss!So much ice a nigga frozecustom rides wit 310'suntil I die it's all West coastIt's nothin big to a boss!