i'm ya idol, the ensteindal, numeral uno, yes i'm so fresh and i speak it so that you know,
and understand i got the gift to speak, and its a blessin', so listen to the lesson i preach, i talk 6
condents to the form of my palm, got knowledge from my toes to the top of my dome, i'm kinda young,
but my tongue speaks maturity, since i'm a child got me callin' for security, i get paid, every time
my record is played, to put it short...i got it made.
Rich, rich, rich, rich, richie rich
I, I, I, I, I got it made
i'm talented yes i'm gifted, never boosted never shoplifted, i got cash but money ain't
nothin', make a million dollars every record that I cuttin',p.miller gear for everyday, will teach
from France to the USA, and yo i make fresh rhymes daily, you drive me..really, things just blank, and
i make a million rhymes, just imagine if ya blank a million times, then you know i'll be paid Richie
rich...I got it made.
i'm kinda spoiled cause everything i want i got made, i wanted gear got everything from
cotton to suede, i make money every time my video's played, my hair is growing to long so i got me
some braids, and when my dishes got dirty i got me a maid, and when the weather was hot i got a spot
in the shade, i'm wise cause i rise to the top of my grave, wanted peace on Earth so in God i praise,
Ah me and my nigga 2Pac, finna do what we do
Understand this, 'cuz it's very understandable
Niggas done changed man
You know they done changed, they done changed
Check this out
A tisket a tasket my calico made to blast it
And niggas don't make it home when fuckin' with my dome
In my zone niggas be gettin' pepper sprayed down
Drinkin' with all the boys done got that heifer laid down
And it hurts, but don't nothin' change, it's all the same
That's why I come real 'cuz I'm so heavy off in this game
I been there, been taught that, niggas screamin', "Caught that"
Standin' there with them niggas a hand fulla game
And believe he bought that
Niggas here, the game is to be sold not told
Ain't no new jack nigga just gon' jump in this ol' shit and ride on gold
Uh-uh, naw, nigga gotta pay some dues
Nigga gotta feel some blues see what it feel like to lose
200 bundles, 400 bundles, fuck it, a G
'Bout to cook shop, find out you really ain't got no D
You's imaginin' shit, and havin' money punk is real
Don't be the first to get checked, nigga betta retrospect
No more regular rappin' dare me to cap 'em and watch me blast
These niggas be actin' for the simple fact, playa I'ma mash
I lash on my enemies for multiple centuries
Forcin' my adversaries to bleed when they seein' me
Though east coast born, I'm west coast raised
Sent so much dick throughout the click that now they Death row slaves
Father forgive me for thug livin', I'm through with this drug dealin'
I leave with the click and all the niggas that love prison
Brothas be ballin', bitch if you need me, call
I open fire on muthafuckas and murder 'em all
Me Mr. Makaveli, plus I'm bustin' fuck what they tell me
I'm makin' these niggas hop on they toes, it happen daily
I been shot and murdered, can tell you how it happened word for word
But best believe, that niggas gon' get what they deserve
In the same way, God bless my breakas game pays
Gettin' cash and ass for days, now niggas done changed
The game is to be sold, not told still heavy in this game
Niggas done changed, it ain't the same
We been handlin' our business for years
Gettin' respect from all our peers
While most of our niggas incarcerated, doin' years
Bitches is tricky, niggas is snitchy
While playas improve and move positions
Niggas done changed
Call on my real nigga, when it's time to bring the heat
Suburbans servin' hella deep down your street
Leave your trash can, 'cuz it'll be clean when we sweep
Let's duff these niggas and hit they ass with some heat
Blow they chest up, 'cuz they hatin' and segregatin'
Niggas crossin' lanes, it's time to blow your brains
Before I shot this nigga, I heard him scream, ?One love?
Fifteen in the clip, I only used one slug
Hey, now picture me rollin' Biggie Smalls got his eyes swollen
My hands on my nuts, I gives a fuck, I'ma die holdin' 'em
Makin' these hoes pause, while schemin' on no drawers'
No money and ball, down to pussy, dick, and alcohol
Picture me rollin' what corny hoes get they holes dug
I might show 'em thug passion but I'll never show 'em love
Can't hit me in combat, relentless when I ride
Strategize on my enemies, and plottin' till they die
Ask me why I'm high, and my reply, "Till the day I die"
Don't wanna picture this cold world through sober eyes
Thugs don't die we multiply
Connect with the spirits of fallen homies and bustas, then we ride
Surprise niggas when they seen us, they duck down
'Cuz we anticipated endow and bust rounds
Fuckin' clowns still watchin' clips of 'I Get Around'
Scream like a bitch when I beat 'em down
Niggas done changed
The game is to be sold, not told still heavy in this game
Niggas done changed, it ain't the same
We been handlin' our business for years
Gettin' respect from all our peers
While most of our niggas incarcerated, doin' years
Bitches is tricky, niggas is snitchy
While playas improve and move positions
Niggas done changed
And they still changin', understand what I'm sayin'?
I don't understand that, niggas done changed
Muthafuckas gettin' 60 years for some bullshit
Nigga, naw what I mean? Niggas done changed
Ah, glad to have you back that's right big buddy
'Cuz we ain't gon' never change
They my homie for a second but these muthafuckas
Ain't gonna never hold me down, baby
Check this out, thug life, baby Fo' sho'
Me and 'Pac, now we got muthafuckas in the house
[Rich] Let's do this shit
[E-40] Motherfuckers want they pockets swell.
Smebbin' now, dope train, shit, fuck it.
[Rich] 19...90 ughh...415
[E-40] 40 up in this bitch.
[First Chorus: x2]
[E-40] Motherfucker! (E-40)
[Rich] You can't even fuck with me (R.R)
[E-40] Cause in a major motherfuckerin' way (E-40)
[Rich] It's on! (R.R)
[E-40] It's like knick-knack, paddy-whack give a dog a bone
[Verse One: Richie Rich]
I got a flow so sick it runs a temperature of 101
on the daily, that's why it pays me
And over 3 billion served, yeah, I'm runnin this like Mickey D
So drive through
If I let you slide through
Could you funk wit'a nigga wit' a resume
Rich'll never play
And every rapper can't come this way
So when I come bow down
100% I represent the east side of the Oaktown
I throw a boss type of flossy flow
But can you catch it
'Cause when it gets hectic
I'm well respected
And I'm that nigga serverin' tit for tat
Twamp for twamp
From the hills and the valleys into the deep swamps
I leave no stones untouched when I bust
It's strictly mental
As I load all your dope into my rental
And kick yo' ass to the curb
And when you get served
I let you know, Eastside's what I swerve
No I'm comin' up cheap[?], beat after beat
Makin' mail off a known to fluke[??]
[First Chorus]
[Verse Two: E-40]
I'm from the Old School, Yes indeed
I give my right arm for some good gold[?] weed
I went through a whole lot just to feed the tummy
And I refuse to lose the value money
My shit is real, blunts and phillies
Ain't nuttin' fake like them silicone titties
I'd rather make big bread instead
Regulate, get off in the bitches head
Just like all you toe-up hoes
Niggas wanna test my testicles
Nigga you my nigga
If you don't get no damn bigga
Niggas don't wanna see me when I'm off that damn liquor
Fo' scheezy, what's wrong wit' yo' pimpin', I gets busy
Bitches love when I'm limpin, 40 watch your roll
That's what they tell me back home, when I be gone, but it be on
[First Chorus + Additional]
[E-40] Motherfucker!
[Rich] You don't wanna see me
[E-40] Cause in a major motherfuckin way
[Rich] Fool, it's on!
[E-40] It's on
[E-40] Knick-Knack, paddy-whack, give a dog a bone
[Verse Three: Richie Rich]
Jack of all trades, ballin' like Jordan
You punk, fake inside the paint
In fact I know you can't
Do half of the shit you was claimin' in the county
Suckas on yo' jock
You claim you run the block
Polyurethane busta you cracked in half
Claim you foldin' bank
But I know yo' bank stank
I lived around the corner
I seen you fully smoked
Must I say some moe
You ate a buck `o` four
You sold your TV for a [??] cause it was way too late
And when they sent you up state I heard you gained some weight
So youse a baller, lyin to them youngsters quick
Got 'em thinkin' you sick and representin' yo' click
But youse a old school thinkin too much hype
Yo' bicentenial bike[?] it got ugghh... rally stripes
If they knew yo' identity
You'd probably be the victim of a stickin'
You ain't got to lie to kick it
[E-40] I ain't no laggin'[?]
[E-40] That nigga 40 and his cousin Richard Jackson
[First Chorus]
[E-40] Motherfucker!
[E-40] Doo-Doo-Doo-Do
[E-40] Da-Da-Da [x2]
[E-40] Motherfucker!
[E-40] Doo-Doo-Doo-Do
[E-40] Da-Da-Da [x1]
[E-40] 4-1-5-1-7-0-7 the bay area
[E-40] BIAATTCH!!
[E-40] There's a place in the bay
[E-40] Where the naked hooches play
[E-40] And a whole in the wall
[E-40] So we can see it all
[E-40] Bia-Biaatch
[E-40] Doo-Doo-Doo-Do
Take a hit of this joint
Take a puff of the bulkiest dove
Puff on it!
9-6, Richie Rich, Rame Royal
(Baby relax relax yeah)
When I wake up in the morning, first I yoke out
Then I [Incomprehensible] pimp, so I can smoke out
Good green opening up my third eye for sure
As I contemplate on which spot I'd like to go today
Damn, should I CDB again, I feel like loccin'
Fallin' through every bomb spot in Oakland
Said me one got the good but I just can't trip
Sky ball twamp twamp for a piece of crip
[Incomprehensible] that's the place to go
And my partner on the corner got the sack for sure
'84, I'm quick to look for booty hook
And if I'm fienin' I need to see beamin'
'Cos, aah, them young brothers smoke the same way I smoke
But now all day I'm comin' up short
Uh, I hope the town still love me
For some reason and my deceasing and my zoot's ain't fluffy
I need a pillow
Lay a drop on the pillow
(Yeah baby)
And just relax, relax, relax
('Cos that was made for you)
Lay a drop on the pillow
(Yeah baby)
I'll fly free sack, fly free sack
(Fly free sack)
('Cos that was dove for you)
By chance it might seem strange, many nights I dream
Of trees on the range with branches of light green
Women slumbering get tossed like salad with cucumber
But can't stop me from gettin' lost on the lands of broccoli
High! I shut 'em, close my eyes, cough, too much spirit goes
The cloud nine where I'm a lyrical wiz
Magical like Willow wit automatic flowin' pillows
Get rolled in a bliz and consumed, that's how Rame Royal is
In my room at the villo, sun shines through blue blinds
On the window, lettin' me know it's time to go back to reality
Oakland, Cali and a sack of indo left on the bed
Next to my rizzy's head
Fulfillin' wishes, I'm fillin' phillies, Vegas and swishes
Wit twenty reefers, sticky weed, minty and delicious
All I need and can Axe for, a twamp to crunch
Probably won't want another blunt til lunch
Lay a drop on the pillow
(Yeah baby)
And just relax, relax, relax
(I know, I know, I know the sack was one for you!)
Lay a drop on the pillow
(Yeah baby)
I'll fly free sack, fly free sack
(Fly free sack)
('Cos that was dove for you)
Fell through Sophia's but didn't see her
Now I'm convinced that it's on when I fall through this red fence
I shoulda flipped the whole thang when I had the chance
But that done broke my back like a bald bozack
On a late night, I lurk for sure and got a lot of dough
For the first cat with the platinum sacks
And, naw, it ain't a jack, you can hold my scraps
But pull a move and catch a lump to the back behind the sack
Richie Rich might walk a country mile, smilin' all the way long
Wit dreams of pullin' bongs, writin' bomb songs
Buzzin' with my cousin at the villo
Stressin' off a pillow
Lay a drop on the pillow
(Yeah baby)
And just relax, relax, relax
(I know, I know, I know the sack was one for you!)
Lay a drop on the pillow
(Yeah baby)
I'll fly free sack, fly free sack
(Fly free sack)
(I know this sack was wrong for you)
Yeah baby!
Ooh yeah
Here we are gettin' night endeavor
Don't worry 'cos it's gonna get better
I roll a fat one for you, yeah
Break it down 'cos it ain't no startin'
Put a drop on the every bodin'
[Verse 1: Richie Rich]
I learned first
A bitch gon' move like she wanna
Through the grass, to camaflauge the ass
Her main goal, the cats at the top of the pole
She's 17
Already on the 18th hole
Thats how it goes
Niggas better check these hoes
Bust moves to improve
Try to stay on ya toes
Cuz this bitch, she guppyin' up with every balla,
Don't hate me cuz the bitch ate me
I seen it happen
Whats poppin, is hoopin' and rappin'
She call me papi,
Never bought this bitch versace
Dawn and Karen, that thing's in the black LeBaron,
Got her transportin'
Now she feel important
Little girl gone bad, she dancin' at the club
Mad den a mothafucka lookin' for love
She fuckin' everything
And a nigga can't control her
Hoopas, rappas, thugs, and high rollas
[Chorus]
If I fucked yo' bitch
Would a nigga trip?
Knowin' that she go around blowin' niggas' dicks
If I fucked yo' bitch
Would a nigga trip?
Knowin' that she go around blowin' niggas' dicks
[x2]
[Verse 2: Richie Rich]
You know, like I know
Paid niggas live
The M ticket, make the hoes wanna kick it
All groupies
Big, tall, and small groupies
Niggas get paid
Believe they all groupies
She got a nigga
And she love him
Ain't gon' leave him
But quick to cross, with any nigga that floss
Boy I'm tellin' ya
Its your job to test your bitch
If her legs open
Believe I can arrest your bitch
She fine than a mothafucka bout to get fucked
And no loss bein' broke
Cuz nigga we ain't folks
Playa policy, you should have more than one hoe
Cuz when she drop down below
Damn, there she blow
Its on now
But before she hit the house
The scope fo sho
I let her wash out her mouth
Now she kissin' you
Screamin' how she missin' you
In love with one bitch
He bit the tougne kiss
[Chorus]
[Verse 3: Richie Rich]
If I fucked her
As if he fucked her
Would it break ya heart
If I told ya, we fucked her
Be up together
Shit I broke, they slept together
I'm the balla
At ya house the crank caller
Let me be the reason you get caller I.D.
Ya can't check her
These clients at the business respect her
She love this
Nigga no lie, I fucked your bitch
I know it hurts
But if ya scared go to church
Respect a thug
I kept ya bitch out the mud
Gave a game of trey
Showed her how to get paid
Don't mug me
Nigga you should take me to lunch
I got a hunch
That we gonna see each other a bunch
Like that GS 3
Boy thats PS me
Its all pimpin
Trick you should pay more attention
Can't hate it
When practically we related
She your wife, my hoe
Its your bitch, with my dough
[Chorus]
[Verse 4: Richie Rich]
Ya bitch hit the studio
Tryin' to see
Just how much dick she gotta suck to fuck with me
Said you was proper
But shit you wasnt a thug
She had a phat ass on her
I couldn't pass on her
Its too cats in a bitch life
Two mackin' a trick
They keep her even
Some how this trick keep believin'
That he's the playa
Nothin' to lose its all game
Like bein a trick for this bitch is a small thang
I knew though
When I'm doin' my thang real quick with a bitch
Be slick with a bitch
She slip
Nigga don't stick with a bitch
Get ghost on a bitch
Stay close, pop like toast on a bitch
Play Benz on a bitch
T.V.'s 20 inch rims on a bitch
Break wind on a bitch
Go deep
Then take 10 on a bitch
Drop south on a bitch
Put dick all on the mouth with a bitch
I'ma out on a bitch
Thats really all I'm bout on a bitch
Its me, Jazzy-Fay, and Dent tryin' to pay the rent
[Verse One: Rick James]
Ooooh yeah
Girl, you're cute (cute), you're sweet (sweet)
You're a such a sexy treat, child
You are the girl that turns me on, yeah
And when you're hot (hot), you're hot (hot)
I love the stuff you got, yeah
You are the kinky girl I write about in every song
[Interlude:]
Doom doo dah, doo dah, do-doo-dah, do-doo-doo-dah
Doo doo bump em, baby
Doom doo dah, don't be so hard to get, yeah
Doom doo dah, doo dah, do-doo-dah, do-doo-doo-dah
Doo doo bump em, baby
Doom doo dah, don't be so hard to get, yeah
Doom doo dah, doo dah, do-doo-dah, do-doo-doo-dah
Doo doo bump em, baby
Doom doo dah, cos I will get you yet
[Chorus: Rick James]
Baby, what's your phone number?
Don't be so hard to get, baby, baby, bay-by
[repeat]
[Verse Two: Richie Rich]
A cat like me, love to stack, man
Though my thoughts be to page a black girl
Hands on boots if it's after 2
Fall thru, watch what I do to you
Miss the rest, known as the Rich
Heavy in the game but swift, hold a bitch
Time to take the party to another lev'
Tonight boss ball with some real celebs
We drink old XO, safe sex so
the VIP need it all for a G
Spin my chips on somethin devine
like *?Heer 2's?* and *?fuse?*, but what in the news
We all pimpin, fall apart, no starts
E'rybody pimpin but mackin is an art
like Picasso, my philoso-phy
be's the mo' hoes, mo' cheese
[Chorus]
[Bridge: Rick James]
You keep on runnin, baby
Why you runnin, baby?
Stop your runnin, yeah
You keep on runnin, baby
Why you runnin, baby?
Don't be so hard to get
Girl, don't be hard to get
Girl, don't be hard to get
[Verse Three: Richie Rich]
Poppin my collar, met her at the bar
Shootin her ship, tryin to put her in the car
No bites but, shit, a nigga got bait
I push to win it, most niggas ride 8's
V-Dub's, Mary Jane like my cousin
Keep that bitch close by for the high
The real niggas often do real things
like floss on tracks with Quik and Rick James
[Chorus/Outro: Rick James, (Richie Rich)]
Baby, what's your phone number?
(Ha ha ha, And it's on, understand me?)
Don't be so hard to get, baby, baby, bay-by
(Check this out what's it like?)
Baby, what's your phone number?
(Baby, excuse me, eh hello? You dropped somethin)
Don't be so hard to get
(Let me pick up this conversation, understand me?)
Baby, what's your name?
(Get into some real mack shit)
What's your phone number? Baby, baby, bay-by
(You already know, Quik, Rick James, come out the house)
Baby, what's your name?
(It's was freaky, ha ha ha, we gots ta put it down right now)
What's your phone number? Yeah
(In effect, y'know?)
Don't be so hard to get
(We out there playin hard to get, y'know we gonna be bumpin)
Oooh girl, don't be so hard to get
(Wanna fool with a real player? Understand me?)
Don't be so hard to get
(Let's take a look at it)
Don't be SO hard to get, oh, yeah
(When you ask such a big question then you're lookin for some big
answers)
Baby, I know you're sweet, you know I'm sick
Just be my super freak
I said baby, don't be so tight
We know you're freakin just like, DJ Quik, hehehah
Baby, don't be so hard, don't be so loose
Don't be so tight, don't be so black
Don't be so red, don't be so white
["Long Version" includes the following INTRO:]
Yo Rich
How come y'all go ruthless
turn around and try to be positive?
[D-Loc]
Look man, people try to tell me that I'm ruthless
[Richie Rich]
So when I'm kickin knowledge I be frontin on the schoolin
[D-Loc]
But you're wrong
[Richie Rich]
It's just another song
[Richie Rich & D-Loc]
and another attitude that we use to school you
[Richie Rich]
You know what I'm sayin?
A lesson is a lesson no matter how it's told
You can't teach a dog and a cat the same trick, Jack
Don't do it
[VERSE 1]
Hitler was a killer, Frank Ward was the Mack
Felix Mitchell made money in 20 g stacks
Moses split the sea, King Tut wore gold
And Jesus, he's the King, so the story is told
But my posse, we keep jockin the freaks
24 a day and 7 a week
The Oaktown is always poppin
[?] tops, gold tones, the boys ain't stoppin
Not long ago, and brother listen to me
The kid on the block with a Atari
Was the most and he had all friends
They're playin game after game, again and again
But the times have changed and now comes the grind
The mixed up kids have to make up their minds
The slow lane or do they wanna move fast?
The dopeman, they say he ain't gonna last
The preacher, he's busy tryin to save souls
The devil, he wants all control
You see, life is to be lived on the right accord
So don't sweat it, young brother, when you can't afford
A Benzo, a mobile phone and a yacht
Because the brothers in the fast lane haven't forgot
There's a heaven and hell, you only get one turn
To live eternally, or to eternally burn
You're not a cat with nine, you live once not twice
So what I'm sayin is take this advice
And don't do it
[VERSE 2]
You see, the book of life has flipped so many pages
The styles have changed over ages and ages
If it don't get better, then I suppose
The winds of life should blow the book to close
You see, the world is corrupt and God don't like it
And one day like lightning he'll strike it
AIDS is takin over and so is the coke
But the preacher's real busy just tryin to provoke
The people to give at last one Sunday
Perhaps it can make live better for Monday
And if Tuesday through Saturday you stay on your knees
You notice a change, the wind was a breeze
Other rappers had a chance, but they blew it
So all I'm tryin to say is, don't do it
[VERSE 3]
You see, the blocks are crowded with penny-anny hookers
Fresh clean cars and real hard lookers
But lately I haven't felt the same
A spell so strong to be in the rap game
The microphone is like the mental high power
My wisdom gives way, so lyrics devour
The average, the best, the epitome
Anyone who holds rank of an MC
Will be slurped like the drink through a straw
So get the punchline, I'm down by law
Two R's will be given as a single clue
Richie Rich is rhymin hard and careers are through
See, the West Coast holds the key to the door
So obscene weak rumors should be heard no more
There are punks on the mic, they get paid
Well, here's news, you're bein played
I don't plan to be a king and I don't wear a crown
But lyric for lyric, my speech is down
And on a one on one basis, tongue for tongue
The judge's decision, your rhyme's too young
So mellow out, coward, McDonald's is hirin
My brain is in effect, in other words firin
Rhyme after rhyme, don't wonder how I do it
You had a chance, but you blew it
["Long Version" includes the following VERSE 4]
Suckers gettin jobs, they can't hold em
I'm a fiend for mics, that's why I control em
And dancin ain't never been my best thing
But I'm a fiend for music so I entertain
And rap is not the only thing that I do
You get me on the court and I'll run em and hoop
But now off the court, back to my sport
Rappin, the record that you just bought
Put the tape in your deck, turn your Zap to fo'
Rattle and roll and break, you know
California is the place where the hustlers dwell
But there's a message at hand that I'm tryin to sell
You've got an Uzi in your trunk, a nine in your coat
Switchblade, backfade in case you cuttin a throat
See, the life of flash holds cash but now it's dirty
And those who participate, they die early
The coroner's office is way too packed
Due to sub-machine guns and hand-held gats
Dope is for pigeons and pigeons are birds
So in essence, peep the final words
[VERSE 1]
Let me tell a little story 'bout a friend that I got
His name's Rodney, a geek, he hangs at the spot
You know the type, real shy, thick glasses and all
Goofy, kinda pudgy, 'bout 5 ft. tall
He was a moron, a pest, but his ways were good
I know you probably had this kind in your neighborhood
If you do you should listen and listen well
To the story 'bout Rodney I'm about to tell
Frat party at the college, Rodney got ill
Uninvited but excited so he had to chill
Two kegs inside and a posse of girls
While Rodney stood goofy like Rocky the Squirrel
Couldn't dance, couldn't wiggle if you want the truth
About his fogged up glasses and a missing tooth
He was a failure, and it showed in his face
But he was always on time and never late
To the grooves, but they wouldn't let him in
And Rodney'd get ill when the party begann
I'd always hear strange stories of the things he'd say
He got mad and threw his glasses at one DJ
But the party went on and so did Rodney's life
Who walked home in a blur and didn't sleep that night
He's Rodney
He's Rodney the geek
He's Rodney
Rodney the geek
[VERSE 2]
Rodney kept a B average, he was good in school
But his one and only problem was bein cool
While everyone drove Cougars Rodney drove a bug
And often got into fights with the flatland thugs
There was at least ten of them in the flatland bunch
And they all forced Rodney to buy them lunch
They took his Rolex, man, a Christmas gift
That's when Rodney decided to make a shift
School transfers didn't work and neither did the cops
But Rodney knew one day this would have to stop
So a newspaper ad brought Rodney some life
Be cool plus learn karate and the class is at night
So he dialed the number but he failed to see
The three fat zeros where it stated the fee
Rodney's bank account empty now he's outta luck
Cause to take the course it cost a thousand bucks
He's Rodney
Rodney the geek
He's Rodney
Rodney the geek
[VERSE 3]
He tried a new wardrobe and a brand new hat
And for the flatland thugs he carried a gat
It was peace shooter, just a .25 automatic
But anything was cool just to calm the static
He went to school the next morning, he was feelin great
And for the flatland bunch at lunch he'd wait
With his Fila suit he was way too live
Standin in the cafeteria with his chrome .25
But there was somethin about the thugs he did not know
Under all of those coats were big .44's
So when they strove to take a stand
Pain, strife and trouble in his life again
But yet he pulled his gun, his hand shiverin and shakin
His Fila suit and his hat were taken
He fired in the air once but then he paused
And ran to the office in his polka dot drawers
He's Rodney
Rodney the geek
He's Rodney
Rodney the geek
[VERSE 4]
He was expelled from school for carryin a gat
Got to the parking lot and his tires were flat
Polka dot underwear and his vehicle stuck?
No triple A car, boy, you're outta luck
He hopped in his car, rolled his windows tight
And that's where Rodney slept that night
I went to school the next day, they towed his car away
And in the back of my mind I hear Rodney say...
"I'm not a geek!"
Rodney the geek
Rodney the geek
I hear he's doin well, he's moved out the hood
He's got a couple of friends, and man, that's good
Cause even though he was a geek he's stil my pal
And Rodney, if you're out there, I wish you well
He's Rodney
Rodney the geek
He's Rodney
(Hahaha)
Rodney the geek
Yeah
Rodney was a partner of mine, you know what I'm sayin?
I wanna send this shout-out to all the geeks
all the squares, you know what I'm sayin?
Don't attempt to be hard, be what you are, man
Be yourself, cause that's what time it is
Peace
He's Rodney
[Richie Rich]
Niggas say it was the gold links and the top shelf drinks
That had your ass stitched up, before ya switched up
Used to love a nigga, and then I crossed the game
Couldn't change, so now the scene remains the same
You wanna be hard, tuffy, but I know ya
Don't make me bring up all the shit I did for ya
Ya flip the script when ya hang with them hoes
You better quit woofin before you get a woopin
[Simply E]
I must admit I had your back from the start
I was your lady and my man you played the part
Of the big shot, the rich brother on the block
Anything I wanted you would by it on the spot
Diamond rings, gold chains and things
You showed me off right
Make the money, act funny
Is that the routine, oh it's how you wanna work it
Hoo-ride with your friends like I'm all on it
It ain't even that serious
I know a whole lot a brothers wanna get with this
It ain't all about you so remember this
Man make the money, money don't make the man
[Chorus]
It's not about you baby, it's not about you baby
It's not about you baby, its not about you
It's not about you baby, it's not about you baby
It's not about you baby, it's not about you
[E and Rich talking]
Where you been?
What, where I been? Check this out, don't ask me no shit like that
First of all, how the fuck you gonna act,
comin at me with some of that bullshit
[Richie Rich]
Art and Link let her, should've told you better
If it ain't about me, the shit ain't G
Do you understand, what I do, is what I do
And why I do, what I do to you
Is other business, so shit don't get it twisted
You mixed it up so now I got to fix it up
Hate when a nigga get to chin checkin
Straighten that ass up in ten seconds
Can't bust a move, if your hair ain't hit, nails ain't hit
New boots, tryna look cute
Girl I made you, and I can unplug the switch
Never ever cross the Rich
You bite the hands of the feeder, and see how quick you lose weight
And still them small dudes you date
You fuckin 'round with them losers, and now you ain't on your toes
I told you 'bout them raggedy hoes
[Chorus]
[Simply E]
I used to worship the ground you walked on
So glad I moved on, got my own thing poppin
Hoe hoppin, ain't quite Erica
I the woman, you the man, who's Tabitha
Who's Jessica, Kimberly and Keisha
You was the bomb-diddy, now you just a piece of my memories
You and me, child please
Double R you's a star, ooh, now you wanna act up
Throw ya hands up like you wanna fight somethin
My crew'll run up in ya spot like it ain't nothin, name callin
In an hour you'll be crawlin on your knees beggin 'please, baby baby, please'
[Richie Rich]
When I found you, you was a puppy with no collar
Believe I raised ya, and taught you 'bout the dollar
Cartier par 've, was the shit we stroke
Whole slabs of crab, so fat, remember that
It's off the hook, and now your ass is gone
See ya later gator, you still fuckin with them haters
Used to ride big body with the chrome shit
But now you busy eatin lunch with the homies
To all my hustler niggas
To all the muthafuckas out there that's rollin
You know what I'm talkin bout?
Fuckin with the birds...
Check this out
Bring me back a soda and I don't mean a Sprite
I need the armor hammer so my shit'll bounce right
I was cookin dope, bringin back full moons
Fuck till November, I be gone till June
Summer ain't shit if you ain't got the coke
Flipped a drop-top with the all-gold spokes
Oakland gettin money, nigga, fuck what you heard
Out of town niggas livin half a bird
What you fuckin with?
Tell em what you fuckin with
I'm pushin birds...
Seen my nigga in a Benz and he spin in a ditch
He be movin things for like 13.6
Try to tell his nigga how he hatin the game
Let's get them driver numbers, 18 a thing
Wanna-be niggas can't tell him shit
Two weeks pass, heard that nigga got hit
Found him in the hills with a dick in his mouth
Stupid muthafucka, game turned him out
Smoked
The nigga got smoked
Violated fuckin with them birds...
Niggas round the world screamin they want some
Used to get my shit from a straight Columb'
Cracker fucked around and locked the connect down
Now only Mex hold weight in the Town
Dippin in the thangs feelin cash for dubs
Now that's the type of shit that get your ass fucked up
I'm spendin big bread so I need the cream
Cook 10 zips, bring back 14
Heard em in a drop on the strenght of a ???
Holdin all that dough but I swear it ain't him
Niggas in the Town gettin mad at the rich
Learn the game, punk, buy your dope through a bitch
Cause I ain't fuckin with you
Snitch nigga, I ain't fuckin with you
Have your bitch get your birds...
I'm puttin up numbers so I'm changin the stats
You all know by now, yes, a nigga need gats
All my Israeli with the Gaza chops
Fully automatic, brand new in the box
A funny style nigga but his guns be good
He used to own a liquor store right up in the hood
Smelly muthafucka, sto' filled with nats
Never woulda thought he had the gats
Made his ass a offer at a thousand a bird
With this type of shit I knew his ass'll stay in fur
Either way it go I'm spendin loot
Cause niggas got the word that it's birds in the coop
And they stay in there
Nigga, AK's in there
Come and try to get my birds...
2.2 36 or a g
Hard or soft, that b-i-r-d
Man's best friend, nigga, fuck a dog
Never got to feed him, plus he bought me a hog
My bike worth 50, Benz worth a hun'
Unrecouped, I do this rap shit for fun
Don't get it twisted, nigga, catch it cause it's real
Had a presidential way 'fore I had a deal
Believe me
I'm born and raised with em
Nigga, I stays with em
Pluckin feathers off the birds...
To all my muthafuckin cola-rollers
Out of muthafuckin controllers
Understand me?
Get that bread, nigga
Crack pays
In so many muthafuckin ways
I used to sell $2 rocks
Nigga, $1.5 rocks, nigga
Check this out
That's what I ain't gon' do
Ride three gold thangs with one hubcap in white?
Ah-ah, that's what I ain't gon' do
Meet at the club and not try to fuck tonight?
Nah, that's what I ain't gon' do
Marinate, make you niggas wait and not have my shit tight?
Ah-ah, that's what I ain't gon' do
Catch a Rémy Jones, hit the sto' and only flip a half pint
Nah-ah, that's what I ain't gon' do
Let my big cousin rock my Roley to the club tonight?
Nah, that's what I ain't gon' do
Flip a new Benz and tear my shit up the same night
Ah-ah, that's what I ain't gon' do
Hit that cigar if it ain't filled up with light?
Nah, that's what I ain't gon' do
Meet a bitch and if she don't fuck take the lil' bitch to get a bite?
That's what I ain't gon' do
Youknowmnsayin?
Some shit just ain't gon' happen
That's what I ain't gon' do
Muthafuckas be gettin mad at a nigga, youknowmsayin?
That's what I ain't gon' do
I mean, let Rich be Rich, youknkowmsayin?
That's what I ain't gon' do
That's just a muthafucka get down, youknowmsayin?
Check this
That's what I ain't gon' do
Push a Navigator and not have my shit on dubs?
Ah-ah, that's what I ain't gon' do
Fuck with these squares in the streets who be thinkin they thugs?
Nah-ah, that's what I ain't gon' do
Slang you zipper and the sack ain't go no buds?
That's what I ain't gon' do
Visit my nigga in jail with a pocket full of drugs
That's what I ain't gon' do
Feel that?
That's what I ain't gon' do
Youknowmsayin?
That's what I ain't gon' do
Niggas ain't really knowin, youknowmsayin?
That's what I ain't gon' do
Feel this
That's what I ain't gon' do
Call the right number and then say the wrong name twice?
Ah-ah, that's what I ain't gon' do
Still come through even if I'm bein followed by the vice?
A-ah, that's what I ain't gon' do
Take you to the mall and buy you a gang of shit?
Ah-ah, that's what I ain't gon' do
Show you how to ball, so you can run and tell the next bitch?
Ah-ah, that's what I ain't gon' do
Ride all day without wanna get my shit wiped?
Ah-ah, that's what I ain't gon' do
Floss high-po and not be sideways to the light?
Ah-ah, that's what I ain't gon' do
Draw down but not let the muthafuckin glock smoke
That's what I ain't gon' do
Go Downtown and run my mouth to them damn white folks
That's what I ain't gon' do
Youknowmsayin?
That's what I ain't gon' do
Certain muthafuckas just ain't really knowin
That's what I ain't gon' do
415...
That's what I ain't gon' do
Richie Rich
That's what I ain't gon' do
See the five-o and try to swing a type donut?
Ah-ah, that's what I ain't gon' do
Be the nigga at the bar talkin shit but outside throwin up
Ah-ah, that's what I ain't gon' do
Let baby tell me what I'm doin with my weekly check
Ah-ah, that's what I ain't gon' do
Try hard to be the man and hit the club with a fake Rolex
That's what I ain't gon' do
What?
That's what I ain't gon' do
Not me, baby (Not Double)
That's what I ain't gon' do
Some niggas is original
That's what I ain't gon' do
Youknowmsayin?
Check this out, man
That's what I ain't gon' do
Fuck no bitch on the first night bare cap raw
Ah-ah, that's what I ain't gon' do
Kiss no bitch that I heard had a hell of a jaw
Nah, that's what I ain't gon' do
Fuck with my nigga 40 Water when he slappin them balls
Ah-ah, that's what I ain't gon' do
Try to bust a left in the hood when I see Tom Jones
Look, that's what I ain't gon' do
Use your studio if you say I can't blow my weed?
That's what I ain't gon' do
Pull the panties off and still hit it if it startin to bleed?
Ew, that's what I ain't gon' do
Be the second knowin damn well I coulda been the first
Check it, that's what I ain't gon' do
Stop spittin that same-ass line "if you scared go to church"
That's what I ain't gon' do
We gon' bounce on this one
That's what I ain't gon' do
All my niggas.. we finna do it
That's what I ain't gon' do
They gon' have to, they gon' have to give us this
That's what I ain't gon' do
Niggas ain't really knowin it's all about the hoes
That's what I ain't gon' do
Dedicated to all my real niggas, you know
That's what they ain't gon' do
They ain't gon' do it
That's what I ain't gon' do
Youknowmsayin?
[Guy] What I don't want to see, I just wanna, I just wanna...
[Richie Rich] Check this out man, come on over here I wanna show you something
[Hook]
I used to sell crack rock
But now I'm an MC
I put the rhymes to beats
I used to slang them rocks
I used to sell crack rocks
But now I'm an MC
I put the rhymes to beats
I used to move them rocks
Check this out
[Verse 1: Richie Rich]
It went from 10 dollar power
To cash on the top
With plastic under that
I made a gain of scratch
Kilo's two a week
Through the street
Could ya picture my voice
Pushin over sick beats
I be the first nigga rappin
My shit did really happen
Drunk drivin while I'm 415'in
Sideways to the could of would of should of
And in the first
But have the first get it worst
He did'nt have a nigga, with the real pedigre
Her baby in this shit
But I'm so Ol' G
Fell threw it, True to it
How could I be new to a nigga if I'm hipin you threw it
When you blew to it
Like my nigga's say "Greed"
Could speak on but can't stay a week on it
Chop and Ounze down, and take a walk with me
I'll show you what I did before I was an MC
[Hook]
I used to sell crack rock
But now I'm an MC
I put the rhymes to beats
I used to move them rocks
I used to sell crack rocks
But now I'm an MC
I put the rhymes to beats
I used to slang them rocks
[Verse 2: Richie Rich]
[police alarms] Now the little things in your hair
See the man, in the south
Turn around and throw them in your mouth
Don't swallow, unless we brake and he follow
It's the last resource to keep your ass outta court
No support
Let's blow the reefer
Out here it's cheaper
To hook my nigga up with the greefer
My bad
See the ones that look like front teeth
You snatch three this nigga bout to hit you with the 50
You slip 10, but don't let that small money
Be the reason you never see tall money
It's all money
The quicker the roll
The quicker the cock
The quicker the cock
You relize the game don't stop
You loose a 100
And we ain't walked half a block
Money movin faster then the hands on your clock
Now you see what pops
On these California blocks
Before I was a rapper
I was that nigga sellin rocks
[Hook]
I used ta sell crack rock
But now I'm an MC
I put the rhymes to beats
I used to move them rocks
I used ta sell crack rocks
But now I'm an MC
I put the rhymes to beats
I used to move them rocks
I used ta sell crack rock
But now I'm an MC
I put the rhymes to beats
I used to move them rocks
[Outro: Richie Rich]
I use to move them
I use to be a hustler man
You understand me
Sad shit
That a nigga had to do that
Where did ya put the scrilla
I used to sell rocks
You understand me
And then uh the rap thing kicked in
And now a mothafucka doin that
You don't quit one job till ya get anther
Belive that
I used ta sell crack rock
But now I'm an MC
I put my voice to beats
You understand me
I used ta slang crack rock
But now nigga
I put my rhymes to beats
I used ta slang them rocks
Real real dumb
Don't stop I'm not finished yet
you ain't doin' it right until ya hands get wet
Remix, check this uhh come on.
Don't stop I'm not finished yet
you ain't doin' it right until ya hands get wet
T-Boz rock on Richie Rich come on
Get it straight a player don't hate he congratulate (say what)
while you demonstrate you givin' yo N-I-G a break
I let ya fingers be the reason that I stay out late
when double R come home
ya touchin' teasin' like Case (don't stop)
bringin' the shakes plus joy like Anita Bake
all the way from the O to the ATL it ain't safe
Playas check yo game swole ballers check nuts
and if ya scared go to church 'cause the remix hurts
Every night I get away
I don't need nobody baby but you you
I ain't afraid to touch myself
I don't need nobody else but you you yeah
A splash in the pool
come home ridin' duals
triple gold game sold not told (yeah yeah)
Fuck wit' that nigga all hundred G stacks
kamikaze but yet and still I can't lock down my bazy
due to the jack, ask myself who's the mack
on the bed shakin' damn who bringin' home the bacon (me)
thought it was my nigga who was stealin' the guts
Richie Rich bangin' hard but she ain't gettin' enough
Let me watch nigga 'cause you my boo for shoo (yeah)
goin' brown in the town what the fuck I got to do
spend a gang of loot hella Benzes on the fluke
I'm a catcher tell me when it's time to shoot (Don't stop don't stop)
[Chorus]
I won't be afraid to touch myself
It's alright I said it's alright hey
I don't think it's wrong to touch yourself
Cause ain't nothin' wrong with makin' it feel good
Every night I get away
I don't need nobody baby but you you
I ain't afraid to touch myself
I don't need nobody else but you you yeah
Who hooked it that nigga Jermaine Dupri
Who hooked it uhh T-B-O-Z
Who hooked it the D-U double B-L-E
and if ya scared go to church 'cause the remix hurts
[Repeat]
Every night I get away
I don't need nobody baby but you you
I ain't afraid to touch myself
I don't need nobody else but you you yeah
I hope ya think of me when ya touchin' ya self
I hope ya think of me when ya rubbin' yo' body
[Repeat]
Don't stop I'm not finished yet
you ain't doin' it right until ya hands get wet
ha ha ha yeah ha ha ha
LaFace check it out
Don't stop I'm not finished yet
you ain't doin' it right until ya hands get wet now touch me
come on uhh get down all around
Don't stop I'm not finished yet
you ain't doin' it right until ya hands get wet
come on uhh A-T-L Oaktown collaboration
Don't stop don't stop yeah uh huh
T-Boz rock on uhh
Don't stop I'm not finished yet
(You betta get down here, tha bitch is failin to testify)
I'ma black hawk soldier
Known for slangin bolders
Quick to bring back
Everything off a sack
Keep they heads ringing
And real niggas know tha banging
Cause keys and p's is what I use to make my g's
Dog hoochie bitches to tha point of no return
And when I look back
Ask them hoes who tha mack
Toss tha cock up
Quick to crook and rook and shake that block up
Just one more lick and I'm finished with this shit
Lace game heavy wanna be busy with this dope
From the throat
This shit they usually love is tha quotes
But not to be quoted
Underblown or ovafloated
But a nigga be so damn devoted
To hurt em' with this real shit
[x4]
To hurt em' with this real shit
Real shit
All day I get tha drama
Nigga fuck ya momma
My infrared is protection for tha head
So fuck tha senate
Cause like bennet
I aint in it
And when I twist
You keep them bitches out my mix
I do my thang only for tha thugs and hoes
Hairweaves, frenchbraids and phat ass fro's
So eat yo greens nigga and yo black eyed peas
Cause you know you cant fuck with these
Bump to yo knees with some
Real shit man
Peep tha wing span
From residential to presidential
Off instrumentals
My intentions be to hurt
Desert and take turfs
Rook em seize fo tongues
Leavin they whole crew sprung
Open and cop a plea
But tha Rich can't bite
Cause tha fever's runnin high tonight
[Until song ends]
I'm shootin' this one to the real pimps man
I'm talkin' 'bout the real muthafuckin' pimps man
Not them chili bowl pimps man sittin' up in the cafe
Tryin' to watch they hoes man make 20 or 30 dollars man
I'm sendin' this to the real pimps 'cause believe it man
Double 'R' ain't just out here flossin' no shit man
I'm out here flossin' about my pimpin' too man
'Bout my pimpin' too
And if you want to holler pimps cuff yo' coller
24 nights off in the jungle shootouts and stolen bundles
Hoes on dick for the phat gold kicks
See the bucket the do' don't open so bitch make like the Dukes
Or get yo' ass kicked on the fluke
Razor sharp and plus a nigga extra sick
So check my tip and recognize when you fuckin' with a pimp
Metal plates on my nuts so my shit don't scrape
Never saved a bitch flying too low to work a cape ridin'
Seven Deuce no juice and quick to cut a bitch loose
Unless that hoe payin' like she weighin'
On a good day she might get to smoke with her folks
But like Goldie I keep my hoes broke
Believe that a
A real pimp'll slap a bitch down
(For sho')
A real pimp gon' represent the town
(How tough?)
To the fullest let her heels fall off
'Cause I'ma ride the muthafucka 'til the wheels fall off
(That's right)
Believe it
A real pimp'll slap a bitch down
(Like that?)
A real pimp gon' represent the town
(How tough?)
To the fullest let her heels fall off
'Cause I'ma ride the muthafucka 'til the wheels fall off
I'm all seasons rain, sleet or even snow
I'm cold daddy about mine quick to put a jacket on a hoe
Oh you cold now I'm going to get some hot cocoa
And when I slide back through bitch have my dough
I'll set the bunnies out and let them hop for scratch
And if they jump too far it's operation beat a batch
Choke a bitch down and let her tonsils know
It ain't about us nuh uhh it's just me and this hoe
This is my money man so let me uhh bring it back
Squashed the shit flipped the fit and dropped her off on the track
I gots to have it plus I need it
And I'm walkin' with a limp 'cause nigga I'm a real pimp
Remember
A real pimp'll break a bitch down
(That's right)
A real pimp gon' represent his town
(How tough?)
To the fullest let her heels fall off
'Cause I'ma ride the muthafucka 'til the wheels fall off
Believe it
A real pimp gon' break a bitch down
(For sho')
A real pimp gon' represent his town
(How tough?)
To the fullest let her heels fall off
'Cause I'ma ride the muthafucka 'til the wheels fall off
Now everything I own nigga is on a bitch
Lexus coupe I traded in my Berlitz
Dedication to pimps and all playas stay up
And though you be the reason all these tricks lay up
(That bitch laid up for yo' clothes diamonds yo' wallets)
Them hoes bringin' jewels wallets
And Remy don't you get juiced 'cause this game is so heavy
I got 9 hoes all fine hoes
And if you got the buck they be ready to fuck
You say a small stable bet my hoes is able
To flip as many tricks as crews twice as thick
So if you ask me I'm screamin' tax free
Nigga, and pimpin' and hoein' is the best thing going
You ain't knowing I bootleg them cute legs
On the major plus spits raps and busts caps
So if ya daughter kinda thick keep her off of the track
Send her to the store I bet she don't come back
'Cause a
A real pimp'll knock a bitch down
(That's right)
A real pimp gon' represent his town
(How tough?)
To the fullest let her heels fall off
'Cause I'ma ride the muthafucka 'til the wheels fall off
And a
A real pimp'll knock a bitch down
(For sho')
A real pimp gon' represent his town
(How tough?)
To the fullest let her heels fall off
'Cause I'ma ride the muthafucka 'til the wheels fall off
Nigga
Hey baby, you wanna go out?
You wanna go out honey?
Spend a little of ya money
Come here cutie hey come here
(A real pimp)
Did you here what I said I said come here
(Hoes down)
Come here daddy
ooh you look so good
Always on a bitch, courtesy of
This that real pimp shit nigga
Ahh, this ain't no chili bowl pimpin' over here nigga
This real pimp shit nigga on a bitch
Everything luxury courtesy of nigga
I had a bad super bad bitch
(Call the bitch Boomerang, anytime I sent that hoe)
A real pimp'll knock a bitch down
(Bitch come rit back)
A real pimp gon' represent his town
(Y'understand what I mean)
Ahh, 'til the wheels fall off
(You know how it go)
A real pimp'll knock a bitch down
And a real pimp'll represent his town
So tough I'll make the heels fall off
'Cause I'ma ride the muthafucka 'til the wheels fall off
And a we gon' sign off like that
Once again we gon' tell you motherfuckers to pump yo' brakes
Check ya fluid in ya master cylinder
'Cause you might fuck around and run up against some shit
You ain't even ready to fuck with
It's like uhh Martini and Flossi
We shall sell no rhyme, before it's time
Dun, dun, dun, dun, dun, duh
The only way that I can bring it to ya is to school ya
Lesson by lesson
(So many questions)
The only way that I can bring it to ya is to school ya
Lesson by lesson
(So many questions)
The only way that I can bring it to ya is to school ya
Lesson by lesson
(So many questions)
The only way that I can bring it to ya is to school ya
Lesson by lesson
(So many questions)
Why hate me, or should I say hate on me
Why do brothers bump they gums and debate on me
Why when I ride by and don't stop
You feel I disrespected your block
If you had a top notch lezbo, straight from Peanuts
Sexin', tell me would you hit it without protection, uh uh
Let's make it harder, what if she had a friend
Both down for nut huggin', off the Hen, would you spend
Chips, what if I come off the hoe with six six
Will I get back in the mix, drop some grip, or just quit
What if O.J. verdict was different thing
Would we swing, start lootin' and shootin' with Rodney King
If it was a fifth, would you share it with ya folks
So we could ride out and get smoked
I wonder if I dropped a hundred dollars would you give it back
(No)
I wonder if we cool like that
(Hell no)
The only way that I can bring it to ya is to school ya
Lesson by lesson
(So many questions)
The only way that I can bring it to ya is to school ya
Lesson by lesson
(So many questions)
The only way that I can bring it to ya is to school ya
Lesson by lesson
(So many questions)
The only way that I can bring it to ya is to school ya
Lesson by lesson
(So many questions)
You got three cute flees, one fine, one got a job, one with patience
What would you dick for a long term relation
Money is the thing, fine ones can start hatin'
I'm broke so I need one with patience
If I was hella dirty, look like Mr. Furley, with lint up in my curly hair
Would you groupie ass girlies stare
What if I didn't have a car to skee skirt in
Would you still be flirtin' or would it be curtains
If you got your teeth knocked out, would you refreak the old ones
Or rush to the dentist for some gold ones
If you had forty dollars and a hooker wanted thirty
Could we catch you out in Vegas doin' dirty
If you got one gritty and five niggas
Would you speak on the choo choo shit to make the situation bigger
She'll do it, but now she on some new shit
You gotta go downtown, enjoy the fluid
The only way that I can bring it to ya is to school ya
Lesson by lesson
(So many questions)
The only way that I can bring it to ya is to school ya
Lesson by lesson
(So many questions)
The only way that I can bring it to ya is to school ya
Lesson by lesson
(So many questions)
The only way that I can bring it to ya is to school ya
Lesson by lesson
(So many questions)
How many blunts must I take to the face to be straight, forty
If I don't got five on the eighth would you fake or, smoke it
Get loaded or hold it like a buster to get cluster
Should I be rollin' with big hustlers
Would I take one and a heisteses
Wanna bubble, but you can't keep up with the priceses
And then I ask you, what if I sold a million plus
Should I re-negotiate with that nigga Russ
The only way that I can bring it to ya is to school ya
Lesson by lesson
(So many questions)
The only way that I can bring it to ya is to school ya
Lesson by lesson
(So many questions)
The only way that I can bring it to ya is to school ya
Lesson by lesson
(So many questions)
The only way that I can bring it to ya is to school ya
Lesson by lesson
[Richie Rich]
Come out and play...
[Woman's Voice]
Playboy...
[Richie Rich laughing]
[Woman's Voice]
Playboy...
[Richie Rich]
Whatchu know about that? Ahhhh...
All bad bitches, lock windows
lock doors
Fake pimps lock hoes
Niggas with diet game too late stole clothes
Real bitches fuck with deez and not those
When I'm at the club and they pop the doze
Nigga keep ya eyes open, watch the hoes
Could it be the walk foo?
The shoes, or the clothes?
Or maybe they be bound to the game i throw
Its the raspy, genuine, into mine
When I'm on the field keep him on the sideline
That soft shit you spit, it ain't tight
I never known the hoes to bite on game light
Cuz it ain't right
To slide through in S Fish
Lauren's a dish and deals with the best bitch
Trick I shoots this
Like Marcus Ray-Boy
I bring it to life cuz I'm a true playboy nigga...
[Chorus]
Playboy, he's runnin the game straight raw
Playboy, he's givin you much much more
Playboy, he's runnin the game straight raw
Playboy, he's givin you much much more...
[Richie Rich]
I just knocked a euro-bitch in a mazarate
See Rich pimp hoes in tennis shoes and gym clothes
But I'll boot a bitch
Who got ass like she's black
Love to fuck me, Bruce Lee sucky-sucky
Now I run hoes of all nationalities
And when I'm in the zone
Her breasts might be silicone
Might catch me on the stroll with a bad bitch
I'm checkin' loot
Nigga listen to the game I shoot
When I'm out alone
I seem to knock straight hoes
Be on the lo-lo
But niggas screamin dat's they hoe
You come and get this bitch
Cuz double-R got more
And what I do
My stable stays stuffed like glew
I put my vocal on it
And call me raspy nigga
9 hoes, fine hoes
Don't even ask me nigga
I ace 'em up
My shoes, my bitches, lace 'em up
It's the real McCoy
A O.G. Playboy foo'
[Chorus]
[Some beat boxing]
[Richie Rich]
Since I'm gonna be
Heres a map, for the wanna-be's
The game pick up niggas
Stick away quick
Why push 19s, when I could slip on dubs
And check this
Once or twice a day switch fits
Be a heat packer
Safe from the street jackers
I rock ice
The type of cat to hit a block twice
Call up once, sac run up, baby no fronts
Smoke blunts
Only let her hit the light once
Compare
So damn different than a playa
The first one
He be the worst one
Bitches to the left
Me and my cat Hew Hef
Play me
Ya lose the L and pay me in ?? toes
Thats the type of shit I tell hoes
Prefer puppies
That drown in the game like guppies
Now they swimmin
Straight lakes, born to chase women
Play it slow
My lifestyle's smoother than Trojan nigga
Something about the West coast...
Shhh... don't tell nobody
Something about the West coast
It makes me wanna ride
Shake it Westside
Throw ya hands up let's riide
To the city of the scene
Put it on the one get ya body on the dance floor
Something about the West coast
It makes me wanna ride ]
[Repeats until Verse 1]
No disrespect it's all love and a muthafucka just feel real good
be like what's poppin' on this side of the muthafuckin' planet
understand me? It's still one love, smokin'
It's just a whole lot more money involved
[Verse 1]
Leanin' out my zone
I roams like mobile phones (right)
rag top 'Vettes Yukons & hundred chromes
Silly bitches lie in wait until the day I come home
while the phone machine kicks
"Biitch Rich ain't at home" (Ha)
six million ways to mob choose one
I chose to dispose of those who call theyself foes
froze like bitches, tuck they toes like hoes
these amateur niggas done turned pro
Can't ride with the hi pro glow
the boss with the sauce
got receipts to show how much it cost
I dedicate this to the ridahs
who like to slip sideways
beware, double's shuttin down the highway
[Chorus]
Shake it westsiide (something about the west coast)
Throw ya hands up let's riide
To the city of the scene
Put it on the one get ya body on the dance floor
Something about the West coast
It makes me wanna ride
[Verse 2]
How many MC's must get dissed
Before somebody say don't fuck with Rich
It's evidential, the presidential slap on the wrist
who that new nigga from Oakland
with that brand new twist
Don't even worry 'bout it
watch yo' neck & chest
they don't wanna get
Elliott like Mr. Nest
Known for flippin' scripts sick duets & mic' rips
but now I'm off the hook don't trip
Hookers throw yo' skirt up
Crookas' throw yo' turf up
hustlers trust her & some of them put that work up
'Cause if they ridin' they gone ride tonight
when they hit it we to the next light. Believe it.
[Chorus]
[Verse 3]
Thou commands me
to skyball hands free
Sam see I'm havin' some spam hezask me
Through yo' TV, had "5 On It" with The Luniz
I got five on it
You wanna ride with me
that's when you call yo' N-I-G
I'd rather be
puttin' the twomp on somethin' thick
Big SSL with Nicki Scarf's within the mix
still hittin' licks in the villo with cigarillos
big head C-notes and them light green pillows
tinted windows V dozen on my Benzo
the rumble and humble
outdo' versus the indo'
That's how it be'z when I smoke for sho'
West Coast representin' all O. Believe it.
I Dedicate This To My Man Tupac, Rest In Peace Boy You Know Its All Luv
Who Holds Jurisdicton Over My Twisted Thoughts? And I'm Not To Blame For
What Happens Off In This Game I'm Do Or Die About My Scratch But I Know
This Dope Game Ain't Tha Way 4 Me To Go. But Still I'm There Grin And
Waten
For That Next Paper, Thinkin About How To Loaded Another Caper, Its Some
Cold Shit To Know I Can Slang All Night And Slang All Day But Never Have
Tha Courage To Pray. Belive I Know Better But Somehow I Fell That I'm
Stuck
At The Crossroads But I'm Afraid To Cross. Could It Be What I'm
Drinkin? It Got Me Thinkin Like I'm Thinkin " Lord I Need Help But I
Can't Help My Self " I Awake To To Sirens , Homies Dien, Kids In Tha
Street With No Foo
d To Eat, Hoes Getting Money In They Only Profession But Lord I Only Got
One Question?
[Chorus]
Do Gs To Heaven? Coz I Don't Wanna Die But If So I'd Like To Know Do Gs
To Heaven? [x3]
And If I Took A Life Are Perhaps Sold Some Dope Would You Discriminate
On My Arrival To Tha Gate? I Need To Know My Fate, Now My Life Ain't
Str8 But Look At Were I Live Its So So Crooked, I Didn't Shot That Man
But I Watc
hed Him Die And Saw Tha Pain And Struggle In His Eye, And Didn't Cry So
When I Hear Tha Thunder Are You Takin Me Under? Are Is My Seeing As Bad
As Tha Gooder
[Chorus]
Do Gs To Heaven? Coz I Don't Wanna Die But If So I'd Like To Know Do Gs
To Heaven? [x3]
For Every Time I Walked By, And Every Time I Got High, For Every Man I
Watched Die Lord I Need To Know Do Gs Get To Go? For All Tha Women I
Runn Though Those I Did And Didn't Plain 2 Are Every Scam I Ran My Hands
Though,
Lord I Need To Do Gs Get To Go? And If They Get To Go, When Its
Time To meet My Maker Well He Understand I'm Only A Man Flesh -N-
Bone, Born To Die In Tha Zone, And Gets Loney Trying To Make It On
Ya Own. And When My Baby Crys My intentions Are To Feed And Fufill
Tha Needs Of My One And Only Seed And If I Rob And Steal Let It
Read In My Will " Payback From Tha Ones That Who Fell Victoms To My
Guns" On Tha Run But Knowin I Can't Hide, Why Do I Feel Tha Way I
feel In Side? Its Like My Soul Is Leavein Me, Are You Decieving Me
? I Hear Voices, Sayin Belirve In Me, Is It You? I Hear Theres A
Man Named GOD That Can Fix It, When Its Twisted I'm Not Sayin I'm
All That Bad But I Can Use A Lil Help Coz At Times I Can't Help My
Self
[Chorus]
Do Gs To Heaven? Coz I Don't Wanna Die But If So I'd Like To Know
It's no surprise to hear you whine
When your dad won't give you
The things that you wanted
You should be thankful for
What you alread have
Cause there are kids out there
Who don't have a home
I was once like you
My parents spoiled me just like you too
But I'm all grown up
Now I can take care of myself...
You need to live on your own
It's the only way to realize
I hope you open up your eyes
And see what life is all about
It's time for you to grow up
Dysfunctional seen you like to hate me
And I know it compicates me
But you can't feel for another
![[CPT] Richie Rich & Trim - Wake up](http://web.archive.org./web/20131224085831im_/http://i.ytimg.com/vi/N5elGUnf1Q4/0.jpg "[CPT] Richie Rich & Trim - Wake up")
![Richie Hawtin & Marco Carola @ Amnesia Ibiza Closing Party (Ibiza) [DanceTrippin #132]](http://web.archive.org./web/20131224085831im_/http://i.ytimg.com/vi/Fsi3g0Iv31A/0.jpg "Richie Hawtin & Marco Carola @ Amnesia Ibiza Closing Party (Ibiza) [DanceTrippin #132]")
