Lyrics:
,
Yidle-diddle-didle-didle man.
I'd build a big tall house with rooms by the dozen,
Right in the middle of the town.
A fine tin roof with real wooden floors below.
There
by all means, carry on as you are
You're gonna be the next big radio star
Play your music and have your fun
But your stupid little love songs aren't
RICH P & Free World Music Limited (PRS)
By Road Elf
Written and composed by Clifford Hall - Damian Hall - Nigel Whitefield
Intro
Mi naah laugh
i'm a die trying to get rich
I got steppers in the six with some big sticks
Five bloods and I’m rolling wit six crips
Patek full of water got his wrist
are just a bunch of white guys
chorus
let me holler dog .. bother for a minute
how you grow up in the hood you're rich now and never come back again
no lame, shawty)
When I hop in my Porsche of course I know (Porsche)
Big ass bank rolls won't fold (woo)
Where were you when I was trappin' out
Once upon a time
I was rich
How you gonna tell me I wasn't living as a kid, uh
Once upon a time
I was rich
I was runnin' runnin' round
I was
jingle
That you hear on your radio
But shit's about to hit the shingle
Oh-oh-oh, oh-oh-oh, no
(Er-ra) oh-ah, (er-ra) oh-ah
(Er-ra) oh-ah, (er-ra)
the words
Love too big for a love song
If I tried to sum it up I know I'd get it wrong
Sometimes if it don't sound right
I apologize, I just said it
body bag
They gonna have to call the
Coroner for toe tags
Tell the bank tellers tell a
Nigga where them O's at
I got rich nigga issues
I got rich nigga
Woe is me, I find that
Most cats who think they rhyme can't rap
And truly yo that shit is a shame
When I listen to the radio but most of it's lame
night
I wasn’t getting crazy but I had one night
I had one night, I had one night
And that morning I was in New York
Because I had to be on
A big radio
It's time to save the day
Up up, away we go
So turn up your radio
Up, up, away we go
It's time to save the day
Blinging Bomb from the big UC
If you think
Lifestyles of the rich and famous
(What you laughin' at?)
Well, I'm rich and famous
It's just better, like, it's just like
Know what I'm sayin'?
the
Missiles slow you down
Sup with BIG? Pass the microphone to you
So I can take a puff
Who throw gats to Guiliani?
Flows tighter than pigeon punani, try me
real rich, you're forever the only lil' bitch I'm with
Mm, I keep that 5.56, say the word, I split his wig (yeah)
Keep a big boy blick, my stick, the old
[Wyclef Jean]
Big & Rich, Wyclef Jean
There goes the neighborhood, Oh Oh!
[Chorus: Big & Rich]
Please man, don?t call the police man
Why can
Everyone's different
So what I want, you might not want
Visa versa, yeah who Don't
G-H
Who don't wanna be rich? (Who?)
Who don't wanna be big
to be, rich and famous, rich and famous.
Do you really want to be, rich and famous now.
Mr. Big shot what is your game
Mr. Big shot what is your final
end
Motherfuckin' black radio is being disowned
Not by the other race, but its own
A lot of bullshit records make hits
Because of who you know,
This is it, my one shot at the big time,
Better make it count, stand up and be heard,
Cause I know if the radio plays this song
All the kids will
big and rich
Yeah I'm gonna let it rip
Hey, just want to hear everybody say (rollin', rollin')
At the top of your lungs till the windows brake
dope boys (Dope boys)
Baptized by the dope boys, ordained by the assholes
My salvation is the cash flow
Whoa, oh
I'm walking on air
I'm talking big
dope boys (Dope boys)
Baptized by the dope boys, ordained by the assholes
My salvation is the cash flow
Whoa, oh
I'm walking on air
I'm talking big
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