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)
but I've seen a lot of niggas die
Richmond, California the town of the homicide
got me caught up in a shuffle
sellin crack to my people,
in Richmond
I love the fact that we sit back and relax and watch this world go by...yeah!
And when the I becomes' we and the time is right will you
us out the gym cuz I skipped class
Rich what? Nigga Rich Man!
Swimming with the sharks in the harbor shout out Richmond
But I'm from Port City
This
Tell me where you from
Oakland
Tell me where you from
Richmond
Tell me where you from
Vallejo
Tell me where you from
Frisco
Tell me where you
you don't)
I am the winner, hear the applause
She sucks me, and I don't mean straws (What?)
Seventeen I pop a bottle
Shake that ass and watch it waddle
of Richmond, California
Where niggas run through with gats all up on ya
You better break North or South, before we take you out
Ain't no love in this
they rowdy, rowdy (mean they rowdy, rowdy)
you betta watch your shit cause niggas is 'bout it 'bout it
I mean they snatch you out your car on a kidnap
got Hill
We got the Town
We got the West
We got the Harbor
Bring ya vest
Bring ya armor
Bring a tec
For the drama
We got the New
We got the Port
We got
You were born with my fathers name which you borrowed until it broke. Port Richmond’s always had its hands on the drill. We took a shot of tequila,
blowing into all we had
You're done waiting for the wind to blow again
But someone has to hold the fort
Throw kisses from the Old Town port
Watch
Bay
Brantford, Sarnia, Kenora, Ottawa, Kawartha Lakes
Richmond Hill, Prince Edward County, Clarence-Rockland, Pickering
Welland, Oshawa, Port Colborne,
the river in New Port Town
Louisville, Lexington, he's south bound
Richmond, Winchester, Bowling Green
Prettiest place I've ever seen
Ridin' the Bluegrass
[Master P]
H to the motherfuckin' K
A Richmond ass nigga residin' in the Bay
Still slangin' cola out the motherfuckin' palm trees
TRU to the game
Walker was a card mechanic
Had a hand for trouble and a eye for cash
Luckiest man in Dallas County
He had a gold watch chain and a black mustache
was a card mechanic
Had a hand for trouble and a eye for cash
Luckiest man in Dallas County
He had a gold watch chain and a black mustache
On my way to the town to take some cizash
An if you shizort bitch you in the bizag
I got fifteen in the tank, on my way to Burbank
Fist stealin' 5, ready
The houses are built with leafy lettuce
The light ports are all rubbery asparagus
In vegetable town
The roads are paved with sauted onions
don't pay if it's 25 on yo head watch u come up dead that back door got used when u tried to spread her legs niggaz better learn how 2 move & stop
to throw a jam in the park
If you want to get naughty, bring your forty to the arc
Cause we get down when it comes to a jam
Just watch your backpocket, keep
watch me flex on y'all
I get it now, these niggas mad that she chose the kid
I'm ballin' and I Derrick Rose this shit
I roll around town in a Rolls
made me
Same side that raised me
Germantown rearranged me
Upper Darby was the sane me
North Side was the paid me
South West made me crazy
Port Richmond
thank them that word to my timbs
That why's it nothing for me to just pay my respect hit'em up when it's time to check in
Killa Hill Baby Port Richmond
rouging ways, and she steered me like a woman
From the port calls and the bawds that lead me stray
The calliope serenades, made the old towns come running
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