Lyrics:
Well, we're good old boys, we come from the North Shore
Drinkers and carousers the likes you've never seen
And this night, by God! We drank till
Richard Mill', baguettes on it, we got lots of diamonds
When I'm in that Maybach, that bitch pull up, suck my privates
I done bought the whole Chanel, I
from McD but ain't shit pretty (Ain't shit pretty)
Ridin' round with ATVs like let's get silly (Let's get silly)
See my song on eight TVs, a Richard
I'm riding through the bay playing eni mini mo
I'm calling all the smoke i'm tryna leave your stepper stoned
Talk is cheap but not from me that's why
you, it'd be so sincere
Make a movie then premier it
In the cut then reappear
Rhude boy don't rock Amiri
KY boys, we up in here
I'm in Tampa Bay, I'm
niggas, 'cause I got boys that's gon' crash out
See, drive up on your block, do the drive-by, and then smash out (skrrt)
Whip it up in the kitchen, no
Seven Sixty Upper County San Diego
Up to LA
All the way to the Bay
You know shit get cray
Aye aye
San Diego
Up to LA
All the way to the Bay
You know
Ooh
(You know a lot of people ask us)
("How is C-Dot funded?)
(And where do you get your money from?")
(The simple answer)
Every time you come
Richards Bay studies in PTA
In hospital I try and visit everyday
Her beauty show in every way
I get jealous when you on play
Music keeps her sane, you should
to the west, y'all, hands up
LA to the Bay, y'all, hands up
Hands up, everybody everybody, just hands up
Hands up
Shout out to my man, Propaganda
From
on, watch your boy in some flip the fitted
You can't do it like me, I'm by myself
I do it so good, I don't need nobody help
What's happenin'? What's
Richard Bay
The mind bogglin' with the hardcore followin'
So what's up, cause I don't give a fuck
Redman:
Whoa, I make you sing with
the Bay and headed east on that Interstate
Where u from
I'm from the Golden State from a era where the shirleys bang and ya dookie braids Shoulder length
'em in a battle and we'll showed you boys
That army fatigue we gonna make some noise
And blow that mother fucker from shore to shore
[Chorus:]
How y’all starting Bryce hall
He ain’t even do shit
Keep talking abt Noah
We know he got a long neck
Josh Richards could fight tho
I saw that nigga
She Boof i know she just after my money man
She Boof
She ain't gonna get a thing from me man
She Boof
I just wanna fuck but she just wanna lay
She
are
Against saying what we want to say the right way
ya know what I'm saying, so what we're gonna do
Is kick back, swing a little funky beat by my
to be, the truth nevertheless
Nothin new your boy Proof is better than best
Elliot Ness to these fuckin gangsters and killers
Bankin they millions they all
my whip looks like it should be owned by Jeremy Clarkson or Richard Hammond
Feds pull me like I'm a drug baron
Chatting bare shit, can't understand
a homeboy from back in the day
His name was Richard, some called him Rick
But if you knew him like me, you'd call him Dick
When we were growin up, we stuck
a homeboy from back in the day
His name was Richard, some called him Rick
But if you knew him like me, you'd call him Dick
When we were growin up, we stuck
from, she said "Boy, I'm from the Bay" (from the Bay)
Who her favorite rapper? She said, "Nigga, Mac Dre" (Mac Dre)
Ain't no tellin', no tellin', no
back and do it how they use to
Shine on your own merit straight from the muscle
Not measured by your carats or how many rocks you hustle
You probably
of the best
His River Valley Farm land
Stood out from the rest
Mr Herb and Ms Bonnie
Had three girls and a boy
Young Kenyon, he still lived at home
With Nancy
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