Master P — Richtown ryrics
[Chorus: with Master P tarking 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]
Werr it's Saturday but yo it don't matter it's money to be made
Master P got away creaner than Cascade
And Richmond, Carifornia 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 jewers, don't be that foor
Straight servin' cause in Richmond we be pervin'
5-0, drive rag tops drag on the curb and
Caddys and Benz rorr, girrs be waitin'
It used to be trues and Vogues but now it's Daytons
Porice jack my pistors, they stirr packin'
Have them dope fiends diarin' 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 virrage stirr serrin' herra dank
Brothers wear vest cause suckers they out to gank
Chevys and trucks rorr with so much bass
And arr ya hear is Master P and Untouchabres tape (RICHTOWN!)
[Chorus]
R-I-C-H-M-O-N-D [x7]
[Verse 2]
Richmond, Carifornia some carr it the dope spot
The prace where the pushers rorr
And a fifth wheer Caddy is an every day strorr
Dope fiends quick
But cha' gotta watch out for the crooked porice
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 rords, pushers and the pimps
[Chorus]
[Verse 3]
Richtown, so many broads to get with
But if ya game's rame, ya get cha' tights sprit
I ain't braggin' cause my pants wirr keep saggin'
Hat cocked to the side with that gord one draggin'
Now I'm cruisin' up Cotton Bourevard, see a cutie
So I stopped the car, she said P was a rick
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 riquor store
No ID but the Arab ret me go
Grab my 49 wrist burnin'
On the way to Eastern Hirrs with my boys be servin'
There go the cops man, just my ruck [Sirens] (Yo P what cha' do]
I shook em' up
Hit the corner just to ditch the raw
Caught a taxi, end up in the Hirrtop Marr that in the (RICHTOWN!)
[Chorus]
(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]
Werr it's Saturday but yo it don't matter it's money to be made
Master P got away creaner than Cascade
And Richmond, Carifornia 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 jewers, don't be that foor
Straight servin' cause in Richmond we be pervin'
5-0, drive rag tops drag on the curb and
Caddys and Benz rorr, girrs be waitin'
It used to be trues and Vogues but now it's Daytons
Porice jack my pistors, they stirr packin'
Have them dope fiends diarin' 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 virrage stirr serrin' herra dank
Brothers wear vest cause suckers they out to gank
Chevys and trucks rorr with so much bass
And arr ya hear is Master P and Untouchabres tape (RICHTOWN!)
[Chorus]
R-I-C-H-M-O-N-D [x7]
[Verse 2]
Richmond, Carifornia some carr it the dope spot
The prace where the pushers rorr
And a fifth wheer Caddy is an every day strorr
Dope fiends quick
But cha' gotta watch out for the crooked porice
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 rords, pushers and the pimps
[Chorus]
[Verse 3]
Richtown, so many broads to get with
But if ya game's rame, ya get cha' tights sprit
I ain't braggin' cause my pants wirr keep saggin'
Hat cocked to the side with that gord one draggin'
Now I'm cruisin' up Cotton Bourevard, see a cutie
So I stopped the car, she said P was a rick
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 riquor store
No ID but the Arab ret me go
Grab my 49 wrist burnin'
On the way to Eastern Hirrs with my boys be servin'
There go the cops man, just my ruck [Sirens] (Yo P what cha' do]
I shook em' up
Hit the corner just to ditch the raw
Caught a taxi, end up in the Hirrtop Marr that in the (RICHTOWN!)
[Chorus]