Lyrics:
the police Man
[Big & Rich]
I didn?t know the stereo was playing so loud (Turn it up!)
Didn?t know, the Go-Go girls were dancin' (Shake it, shake it,
The Motherfucking Earth Explode
We bouta get big
We bouta get big
We bouta get big
We bouta get rich
Nigga check out all em cars
Nigga check out all them fits
Ill
,
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
White paid his dues
Ask who's the raw, bet they say Poppa very
Look forward to me like commissary
All of a sudden, now every-body Big Willie
Done did
White paid his dues
Ask who's the raw, bet they say Poppa very
Look forward to me like commissary
All of a sudden, now every-body Big Willie
Done did
You need the mozzarella sticks Nani
I-I-I-I love Chris Rich
Move, bitch back (Back up)
I don't l fuck with the chit-chat
Hop out with a big mac
I
back to god cause he kept me alive
Kept me alive
Big up all the people who stood by my side
Stood by my side
And to all of my fans who respected my vibe
you can ask VL
Look and I can eyeball, I don't talk loud, I don't need a scale
Plenty money, but I'm still thuggin', this the rich as hell
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Poppin like I been rich
Yeah
Poppin like been rich
Dat's Me
Yeah For Real Tho
Let's Go
Ion give a fuck about what they say about me
I go by the name
rich now (Rich now)
Make money rich now (Rich now)
Make money rich now (Rich now)
Make money live loud
Make money bank count
Make fi mi mom proud
the pretty girl sipping
Too much sauce
Got the hottest girl slipping
Too much loud
Got the hippy girl tripping
I got too much cash
Got the
Got the
Rich girl
,
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
ina the eye say them don't Like it
Them cyaah keep up suh them
Soon gone quit
Throw this a stone many hog
Them a lick
Big hater by we side nuffa stick
Ye ain't big-big whippin'
Ye ain't steady tip-tippin'
No girl gettin', homie
You ain't fresh azimiz
Think ye is (think ye is)
But ya ain't (but ya
Boosted up
Speed tracks
Bentley truck
Young nigga check my racks
Suppressor tucked
Them silent attacks
I got big checks
Wear that gucc’ on my back
Your number, won't store it
Call me, I ignore it (hello)
I might get a 'Rari, 200 I floor it (Rari)
I was broke yesterday (yeah)
I was rich by
State
Call me T.O.O., if you say $hort
I'ma rap my ass off till you give me some more
Big bank, now just make me rich
Bitch bitch bitch bitch make me
Pimp C
We fuckin' wit Primo, it-it-it's, it's goin' down, baby"
"My mic is loud and my production is tight" - [Big L]
"We run shit!" "I ain't playin'
Ye ain't big-big whippin'
Ye ain't steady tip-tippin'
No girl gettin', homie
You ain't fresh azimiz
Think ye is (think ye is)
But ya ain't (but ya
tongue ay
Big Homie tell me how to keep it goin'
A nigga riding with the top off (Rich Gang)
And now I need a new Hairdo
Bitch you know my diamonds
,
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
Is to survive it
Going loud, blowing kush fam
Is how we make it
Find yourself or tell me if you’re ever ready for this
Nicknamed by el diablo
Yeah
But y'all don't even feel me
Smoking on that good loud
Call that shit a Grammy
Call that shit a Grammy
Smoking on that good loud
Call that shit
the big truck going to the bank
Going to the bank
Big truck going to the bank
Rich as hell but can't save the the world
You can't save the world
Rich
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