Текст песни Master P f The Real Untouchables - Richtown
Master P f The Real Untouchables - Richtown слова песни
[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 madeMaster P got away cleaner than CascadeAnd Richmond, California brothers gots to get paidWhether it`s Southside, Northern Park, ChetterburghYa better strap a gat, cause if ya pockets get fatYa get jacked for ya jewels, don`t be that foolStraight servin` cause in Richmond we be pervin`5-0, drive rag tops drag on the curb andCaddys and Benz roll, girls be waitin`It used to be trues and Vogues but now it`s DaytonsPolice jack my pistols, they still packin`Have them dope fiends dialin` for crackA drive by shootin` em` P, seven ain`t shitBrothers on the Southside ain`t to be messed withDown in the village still sellin` hella dankBrothers wear vest cause suckers they out to gankChevys and trucks roll with so much bassAnd 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 spotThe place where the pushers rollAnd a fifth wheel Caddy is an every day strollDope fiends quickBut cha` gotta watch out for the crooked policeYa see the Rich ain`t no joke4-1-5 brothers signed to the ghettoSuckers get sentIt`s the city of the drug lords, pushers and the pimps[Chorus][Verse 3]Richtown, so many broads to get withBut if ya game`s lame, ya get cha` tights splitI 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 cutieSo I stopped the car, she said P was a lickSo I mashed the gas cause I don`t pay for the bitchDoin` about 80 on 23rd (What cha` see)OMG and some Mexicans on the curbSo I stopped for a minute at the liquor storeNo ID but the Arab let me goGrab 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` upHit the corner just to ditch the lawCaught a taxi, end up in the Hilltop Mall that in the (RICHTOWN!)[Chorus]