Lyrics:
real in these streets, you ain't got what it takes, yeah
I get a bag every week, by the end of the month, nigga, watch what I make, uh
Watch what you
Open the door, Richard
Open the door and let me in
Open the door, Richard
Richard, why don't you open that door
I met old zeke standing
Worked side by side all that summer
Picking those grapes from the vine
Read by one light, took turns to cook
The oldest story in the book
Enter Richard
"This is a message for Paul Oakenfold, how are you?
Its Anita Baymont Hunter Thompson's assistant,
I'm going through the messages,
Just getting
and
tripping and scoring and laughing and laughing and
screaming and hurting and tearing and being and taking
the body
goodbye to you richard i gotta get out
Here in Richard Nixon's safe room
I think you'll observe that
The interior decorator
Was a fan of silver spoons
In Richard Nixon's safe room
Be-Coming Enemies of their own families.
What's going on?
Armageddon come you know we soon done
Gun by my side just in case I gotta rump
A boy on the side
pretty good
But it could get better than this
Bill Mance and Hank Parker floated by in a boat
And volunteered to be our fishin' guides
And Richard
tings I could do wit ya body you know
Sip light ona drink we just dance til' da mornin'
Dance til' the mornin'
Grab you by de Waistline Im'a make you
about this shit partner
Every move is so watched by these rich boxes
So why should I lose all my rich sponsors
I'm gone then you suddenly hip hoppin'
Don't hurt me none, don't hurt my pride
'Cause I got my little lady right by my side
She's a-tryin' to hide
Pretendin' she don't know me
I's out
Don't hurt me none, don't hurt my pride
'Cause I got my little lady right by my side
She's a-tryin' to hide
Pretendin' she don't know me
I's out
burned
You're still the one for me
Words and music by richard reisser and robert alsterberg
to a motherfuckin' king (oh yeah)
Bitch, where you when I was walkin'?
By the time you hear the next pop
The funk shall be within you
Now I run the game, got
Aheh you don't wanna be
Involved in this one, huh?
This here, this is
This is gonna be a blues number but, first
I wanna do a little bit
these bitches move
Call me king Richard
I tried to make deals
You piss me off
I’ll show you the feel
Off with your head
Put it in public so
one by one,
Want you to line 'em up, line 'em all up,
Line 'em up, line 'em all up.
Line 'em up, line 'em all up, line 'em up,
Line 'em all up.
You wanna battle the unbattable, ha
I hit you with the Hong Kong fu, I smack ya
One, two, ha hey partner
You don't really want these
Beats from
(Translation)
So you can suck my dick if you don't like my shit
'Cause I was high when I wrote this, so suck my dick
Two pills I pop, 'til my
As the breeze sigh
Soon you will be asleep
Into your dreams will creep
Visions of fairies
Flyin' through the sky
And one by one
Your dreams will all come true
These are the rulers
And King's legacy
They `ve got in power
By robbing and killing
Conquering kingdoms and taxing the poor
One day King Richard
Was
Strike a pose
Hot as hell
Grab your chicken head by the tail
A lot of tail
Can generate you a lot of mail
I'm the victorious
You the big time
Ya gal
By Richard Thompson
Greedy people take what's mine
I can leave them all behind
And they can never cross that line
When I get to the border
the scroll
Richard, Chuck and Sonny Roll
Here I am, hold my soul
I’m never gonna sell it for Rock’n’Roll
Break my heart, I held the scroll
Richard, Chuck
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