Richtown — текст песни (Master P f The Real Untouchables)

[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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