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Rich Boy
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D-Boyz
作詞：Marece Benjamin Richards, Byron O Thomas
Ay fresh, tell 'em what we 'bout to get boy
Money, cars, clothes, hoes
Motherfuckin' diamond on ma motherfuckin' toes
Shooted in you bank trick, sniff it up your nose
Dope man slammin' them Cadillac doors
Still money, cars, clothes, hoes
Crackagator shoes with the big bank roll
I'm the reason why niggas gotta get up and get it
Dope man ice with the shirt and the fitted
(D-boy)
Who the nigga rollin' through the hood, err, body wanna see
(D-boy)
Who the nigga in the hood all the young one wanna be
(D-boy)
Who the fine ass hoe wanna fuck who they wanna suck
(D-boy)
(Yeah)
The mothafuckin' D-boy
(D-boy)
(Yeah)
The mothafuckin' D-boy
(D-boy)
To ma niggas in the hood with their mouth fulla rock
Da boy on the block still runin' from the cop
(Wieoup, wieoup)
Dope in the sock watchin' fo' the police
Tattoos with the jewel and the gold teeth
Err day he in the kitchen with the
'Cause the project taught him how to make bricks
Yeah, he let it cook till it rock hard
Even though he know he might get locked up
(Bring)
In the cell 'cause somebody might care
Is niggas doin' time fo' illegal drug sell
Wit no fare callin' home from the prison phone
And you the nigga that ain't even find a go phone
We get fucked by the damn government
'Cause they the one movin' all the white shit
(White shit)
Fo' the boy tryin' to get up off the dope game
Hurry up 'cause they comin' through the door man
(D-boy)
Who the nigga rollin' through the hood, err, body wanna see
(D-boy)
Who the nigga in the hood, all the young one wanna be
(D-boy)
Who the fine ass hoe wanna fuck who they wanna suck
(D-boy)
(Yeah)
The mothafuckin' D-boy
(D-boy)
(Yeah)
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The mothafuckin' D-boy
(D-boy)
Fresh white tee with the fresh white sneak
Rollin' through the hood in a old school fleek
Nigga, he in the hood err body wanna be
Tha boy with the tee why the hatin' on me
We slangin' hard 'cause we couldn't get a job
I drop outta school but am still street smart
Around hurr, we ain't playin' with the boi scout
'Cause nigga rop in the drought wen the doper
By the grak house waitin' fo' the next thang
Tryin' to make thang leavin' off the hood dream
From the dope with the powder and the cocaine
The dope man the nigga with the street thang
Shooted up the thang through it out your nose
Its all about the money, cars, clothes, hoes
The reason why niggas gotta get up and get it
Dope man ice with the shirt and the fitted
(Get it)
Money, cars, clothes, hoes
Motherfuckin' diamond on ma motherfuckin' toes
Shooted in you bank trick sniff it up your nose
Dope man slammin' them Cadillac doors
Still money, cars, clothes, hoes
Crackagator shoes with the big bank roll
I'm the reason why niggas gotta get up and get it
Dope man ice with the shirt and the fitted
I did it fo' ma boyz in on street tryin' to eat
(Tryin' to eat)
Them boyz in dis game tryin' to make it, err, week
(Err, week)
Street team makin' money with the team
(With the team)
Serve it to the dope beam fo' the triple beam
Stay up on your grind, get your money then shine
Is alotta drug deala doin' hard time
I dedicated to ma boyz that dey still in
And to ma niggaz that would neva see the street again
(D-boy)
Who the nigga rollin' through the hood, err, body wanna see
(D-boy)
Who the nigga in the hood, all the young one wanna be
(D-boy)
Who the fine ass hoe wanna fuck who they wanna suck
(D-boy)
(Yeah)
The mothafuckin' D-boy
(D-boy)
(Yeah)
The mothafuckin' D-boy
(D-boy)
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