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Lyrics for Richtown by Master P:
| | | Artist: | Master P |
| | Album: | Getaway Clean | | Track: | Richtown | | | | Date Added: | 18/10/2007 | | Views: | 335 | | | | Lyrics: | [Chorus: with Master P talking in background]
(A tick tock ya don't stop)
Richtown
(Ooh, ooh, ooh) (A tick tock ya don't stop) town
(Ooh, ooh, ooh) In the Richtown (Ooh, ooh,
ooh) town
(A tick tock ya don't stop) Richtown (Ooh) town, yeah
[Verse 1]
Well
it's Saturday but yo it don't matter it's money to be made
Master P got away cleaner than
Cascade
And Richmond, California brothers gots to get paid
Whether it's Southside,
Northern Park, Chetterburgh
Ya better strap a gat, cause if ya pockets get fat
Ya get
jacked for ya jewels, don't be that fool
Straight servin' cause in Richmond we be
pervin'
5-0, drive rag tops drag on the curb and
Caddys and Benz roll, girls be
waitin'
It used to be trues and Vogues but now it's Daytons
Police jack my pistols, they
still packin'
Have them dope fiends dialin' for crack
A drive by shootin' em' P, seven
ain't shit
Brothers on the Southside ain't to be messed with
Down in the village still
sellin' hella dank
Brothers wear vest cause suckers they out to gank
Chevys and trucks
roll with so much bass
And all ya hear is Master P and Untouchables tape
(RICHTOWN!)
[Chorus]
R-I-C-H-M-O-N-D (x7)
[Verse 2]
Richmond,
California some call it the dope spot
The place where the pushers roll
And a fifth wheel
Caddy is an every day stroll
Dope fiends quick
But cha' gotta watch out for the crooked
police
Ya see the Rich ain't no joke
4-1-5 brothers signed to the ghetto
Suckers get
sent
It's the city of the drug lords, pushers and the
pimps
[Chorus]
[Verse 3]
Richtown, so many broads to get with
But if
ya game's lame, ya get cha' tights split
I ain't braggin' cause my pants will keep
saggin'
Hat cocked to the side with that gold one draggin'
Now I'm cruisin' up Cotton
Boulevard, see a cutie
So I stopped the car, she said P was a lick
So I mashed the gas
cause I don't pay for the bitch
Doin' about 80 on 23rd (What cha' see)
OMG and some
Mexicans on the curb
So I stopped for a minute at the liquor store
No ID but the Arab let
me go
Grab my 49 wrist burnin'
On the way to Eastern Hills with my boys be
servin'
There go the cops man, just my luck [* Sirens *] (Yo P what cha' do]
I shook em'
up
Hit the corner just to ditch the law
Caught a taxi, end up in the Hilltop Mall that in
the (RICHTOWN!)
[Chorus | | | |
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