Lyrics:
be loved
I just wanna be rich
And I'm all bout the guap
Niggas be mad, imma clip em for real
Bitches be sad, who gonn pay em dem bills
Don't be
He may never be
A Big man in this world...
Just another face in society
But he'll always be, in this eyes of this girl
'cause he's the only real
worry just push on through
Keep'n it real
Gotta big up all my peoples who be working on the future
Though they know they gotta struggle
Keep'n it real
both sides of the fence
Slowly killing of the planet
And these fake rich bitches with their fake big tits
Who ain't got no talent, living off daddy's
our own country let's start a revolution let's get out of here let's do Something
We got the real live shit from front to back
To my niggas in the world
(And my niggas roll and ride, ha ha ha
Niggas gettin' swoll out
And it don't stop and it don't quit
That real shit! As the world turns,
Niggas die
Right about now in the place to be
Too $hort baby
Gettin' real funky with the motherfuckin'
Dangerous Crew, bitch, with that old school
Too
bitch I'm Doogie Howsin
With a couple foreign mami's living good we lounging
Tat tat rat a tat tat
I'm in beast mode that's a big bag
Real niggas we don't
I said shit real
I know how baggin' a whole brick feel
But Cass'
Do you know how battlin' a whole Crip feel?
Who grip steel? Revolver with the spin
rich shit
Yeah hottest nigga with the hottest sounds
Nigga we get weed by the pounds
Baby i'm a dog roll with hounds
Looking for what's real I been
rappin' Big Poppa
Or Just the Two of Us by Will Smith
Those words stuck with my as a little kid
Just me and you
Just you and I
I know I'll be alright if you
you the world put this pole in your life
Oh you Jasmine
Long hair pretty eyes big booty
You big fine just juicy
Oh you Jasmine
By the end of the night
Ladies and gentlemen, my name is Rich Nice
And on behalf of Trackmasters Entertainment
I would like to welcome you to the Kid Capri
Soundtrack
skin get you caged, like
Take you to a place to a little girl..
Cold world, big dreams, big pearls, big schemes
No mom and no daddy, raised by, dying
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
with us
Left by fathers who wouldn't build with us
I had both mine home, let's keep it real niggas
My better half chose the better path, applaud him
learn
He'll never get into your mind
[Bridge]
[Chorus]
Don't be a boy in a big man's world
Don't be a toy for a rich man's girl
You can work
hear is click
(Click)
Dripping in that vintage
Yes I’m looking rich
(Rich)
Yes I am that bitch
(Bitch)
Riding with my clique
(Clique)
Filled with boss
rich I could have whatever would please me
Now I could wear real gold in front of folks that would tease me
Yeah me, I'll be a new neighborhood dad
wasted
Niggas love tryna put my back where the walls facin'
Big body frames, wasn't into car racin'
Me and Chubbs drive by, shorty heart racin'
I
it's 6 in the mornin'
Should I stay, ain't got no time to play
Put my ??? by my t-shirt
Then I break, to the door
My partner's three deep in a six-four
,
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
rock her world
Might buy her rubies and pearls
Who would've thought she would be my girl
So real that my breed be therl
She say that she wanna watch TV
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