Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Richman, artist - 3OH!3. Album song Want (Deluxe), in the genre ПопDate of issue: 15.01.2009
Age restrictions: 18+
Record label: Atlantic, Photo Finish
Song language: English
Richman |
| I mean what can I say, |
| Three babies in the backseat singin’to you, |
| Hey Dj, won’t you play that song for me, |
| And my hom-- and my homies all singin’to it, |
| 3oh…3oh!3, |
| I ain’t callin’for a close-up, |
| No clubs, no cars, bitches with the nose jobs, |
| No dubs, no stars, |
| I’m 'a do it how I always have; |
| Whiskey in a 40 bag, |
| Pissin’in the alleyway out back where the party’s at, |
| I’m 'a spend it on a new whip, new hat, new kicks, |
| Bitches with the huge tits, new gat, new slips, |
| I’m 'a do it how I always do; |
| Sleep until the break of noon, |
| Wakin’just to make it through another night of shakin’you |
| I mean what can I say, |
| Three babies in the backseat singin’to you, |
| Hey Dj, won’t you play that song for me, |
| And turn it up on your radio, |
| I got 200 seconds and I’m ready to go, |
| I mean what can I say, |
| Three babies in the backseat singin’to you, |
| Hey Dj, won’t you play that song for me, |
| And turn it up on your radio, |
| I got 200 seconds and I’m ready to go, |
| I ain’t signin’on a new lease, |
| No cooks, no keys, |
| Models with the nose bleeds, |
| White lace, gold beads, |
| I’m 'a run it like a marathon; |
| Party 'til I’m 50, |
| Wake up on my parent’s |
| Them cops still out to get me, |
| And I ain’t sippin’on a mixed drink, pinkie out, lips pink, |
| Talkin’to a rich skank filled up like a sperm bank, |
| I’m 'a go where I always go; |
| Drinks are on the house, |
| Whiskey’s on the rocks while your sister’s on my mouth, |
| I mean what can I say, |
| Three babies in the backseat singin’to you, |
| Hey Dj, won’t you play that song for me, |
| And turn it up on your radio, |
| I got 200 seconds and I’m ready to go, |
| I mean what can I say, |
| Three babies in the backseat singin’to you, |
| Hey Dj, won’t you play that song for me, |
| And turn it up on your radio, |
| I got 200 seconds and I’m ready to go And if I was a rich man, |
| I’d never been to sea, |
| Could I take you anyways, |
| Would you come with me, baby? |
| And if I was a sick man, |
| I’d never meant to be, |
| Would you love me anyways, |
| And would you marry me? |
| I mean what can I say, |
| Three babies in the backseat singin’to you, |
| Hey Dj, won’t you play that song for me, |
| And turn it up on your radio, |
| I got 200 seconds and I’m ready to go, |
| I mean what can I say, |
| Three babies in the backseat singin’to you, |
| Hey Dj, won’t you play that song for me, |
| And turn it up on your radio, |
| I got 200 seconds and I’m ready to go, |
| I mean what can I say, |
| Three babies in the backseat singin’to you, |
| Hey Dj, won’t you play that song for me, |
| And turn it up on your radio, |
| I got 200 seconds and I’m ready to go, |
| I mean what can I say, |
| Three babies in the backseat singin’to you, |
| Hey Dj, won’t you play that song for me, |
| And turn it up on your radio, |
| I got 200 seconds and I’m ready to go |