Richtown

Master P

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    [Chorus: with Master P talking in background]
    (A tick tock ya don't stop)
    Richtown (Ooh, ooh, ooh) (A tick tock ya don't stop) town
    (Ooh, ooh, ooh) In the Richtown (Ooh, ooh, ooh) town
    (A tick tock ya don't stop) Richtown (Ooh) town, yeah

    [Verse 1]
    Well it's Saturday but yo it don't matter it's money to be made
    Master P got away cleaner than Cascade
    And Richmond, California brothers gots to get paid
    Whether it's Southside, Northern Park, Chetterburgh
    Ya better strap a gat, cause if ya pockets get fat
    Ya get jacked for ya jewels, don't be that fool
    Straight servin' cause in Richmond we be pervin'
    5-0, drive rag tops drag on the curb and
    Caddys and Benz roll, girls be waitin'
    It used to be trues and Vogues but now it's Daytons
    Police jack my pistols, they still packin'
    Have them dope fiends dialin' for crack
    A drive by shootin' em' P, seven ain't shit
    Brothers on the Southside ain't to be messed with
    Down in the village still sellin' hella dank
    Brothers wear vest cause suckers they out to gank
    Chevys and trucks roll with so much bass
    And all ya hear is Master P and Untouchables tape (RICHTOWN!)

    [Chorus]

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    [Verse 2]
    Richmond, California some call it the dope spot
    The place where the pushers roll
    And a fifth wheel Caddy is an every day stroll
    Dope fiends quick
    But cha' gotta watch out for the crooked police
    Ya see the Rich ain't no joke
    4-1-5 brothers signed to the ghetto
    Suckers get sent
    It's the city of the drug lords, pushers and the pimps

    [Chorus]

    [Verse 3]
    Richtown, so many broads to get with
    But if ya game's lame, ya get cha' tights split
    I ain't braggin' cause my pants will keep saggin'
    Hat cocked to the side with that gold one draggin'
    Now I'm cruisin' up Cotton Boulevard, see a cutie
    So I stopped the car, she said P was a lick
    So I mashed the gas cause I don't pay for the bitch
    Doin' about 80 on 23rd (What cha' see)
    OMG and some Mexicans on the curb
    So I stopped for a minute at the liquor store
    No ID but the Arab let me go
    Grab my 49 wrist burnin'
    On the way to Eastern Hills with my boys be servin'
    There go the cops man, just my luck [* Sirens *] (Yo P what cha' do]
    I shook em' up
    Hit the corner just to ditch the law
    Caught a taxi, end up in the Hilltop Mall that in the (RICHTOWN!)

    [Chorus

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