Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Richard, artist - Obie Trice. Album song Bottoms Up, in the genre Рэп и хип-хопDate of issue: 01.04.2012
Record label: Black Market Entertainment
Song language: English
Richard |
| Yeah |
| Trice |
| Statik Selektah |
| O back around the corner |
| Got the crack, put in your orders |
| We 'bout to run up out the stores |
| It’s notorious, the way I got big spitting stories |
| Being me’s X-Clan, Vanglorious |
| We’re not your favorite, fuck it You know the system and you buck it Have you revisiting how you used to love it A nigga spew through the music, acoustics, cool kid |
| Used to pursue excuses, truth is, I was truent in school |
| So its influence is foolish, that was my views |
| I’m back at it, the rap addict, by any means |
| We gon get these stacks accurate, no skinny jeans |
| Say he ain’t a star, niggas might be right |
| I’m so regular, nigga gotta shit tonight |
| Take it back Selektah, let ‘em know it’s Trice |
| Put your seatbelts on, we gon' ride tonight |
| And I would like to introduce myse-self |
| Surprise! |
| Hi, it’s Ike |
| ‘Bout to get my Ike on, I come with a life supply |
| Of wife beaters and my Nikes on And a white tee over that Iron Mike |
| Lookin' fly tonight, feel like I might die from a spider bite |
| Come back as Spider-Man, Park my Peter inside a dyke |
| Bitch actin' like she got fuckin' higher standards than Meijer’s, right |
| Had to pry her fingers off the motherfuckin' Breyer’s ice cream |
| With the pliers, like «AAHHH!» |
| Only a ruthless bastard would do this |
| Take a toothles bitch with no taste buds to Ruth Chris |
| Give her toothpicks, stop on the way home |
| Pick up two Big Bufords |
| Girl, you got a nice pair, but you’re plum stupid! |
| So when I pull up in that Benz |
| Don’t try to pretend you ain’t interested |
| To impress your stupid ass friends |
| And refuse to get in woman, and get slammed on the ground |
| And snap like a pool stick against cement |
| If you suck of dick, pretend it’s a musical instrument |
| You get one shot, do not miss your chance to blow |
| I can tell at first glance you’re a ho Cause your pants are so tight |
| When you dance with O. Trice, your implants explode |
| So cold to dykes, the chance is snow in San Francisco |
| Boy I’m from Detroit city, you livin' in animosity |
| That’s a fucked up state to be in, such an atrocity |
| Look where these random thoughts get me In senseless mind babble, «What me? |
| Apologize? |
| labrbrr» |
| That’s just the way the rhyme unravels |
| And I wouldn’t fucking take it back if I time traveled! |
| Just call me Richard (Richard) |
| 'Cause I’m a dick (dick)… |
| It’s also Richard 'cause I feel that you should pry your fucking mouth out off |
| of it (it)… |
| I said just call me Richard (Richard)… |
| 'Cause I’m a dick (dick)… |
| You ain’t gotta be no detective to figure out I’m a dick |
| When i hold my private its the first clue, Sherlock, PRICK! |
| Just call me Richard… |
| That’s my motives, jumpin' out them Rovers |
| All white, like I was right up in the Dakotas |
| Or Minnesota, did I mention soda? |
| When it’s mixed with viola, watch my cup runneth over |
| Cut from a soldier |
| Them ho niggas disposable toaster |
| Putting holes in a nigga getting close enough |
| Being me till the credits roll |
| Till my condition is beyond what the medics know |
| They wanna edit O Like a prosthetic third leg let it go This is Shady 1.0 Em let ‘em know |
| I still profit through the process |
| The prize in my jeans my balls’ll never digress |
| I’m a dick that I brag about |
| I put it in fast and then I drag it out |
| World, I be your special friend see |
| Cause these suckas suffer from pseudo penis envy (envy) |
| So… |
| Just call me Richard (Richard) |
| 'Cause I’m a dick (dick)… |
| It’s also Richard 'cause I feel that you should pry your fucking mouth out off |
| of it (it)… |
| I said just call me Richard (Richard)… |
| 'Cause I’m a dick (dick)… |
| You ain’t gotta be no detective to figure out im a dick |
| When i hold my private its the first clue, Sherlock, PRICK! |
| Just call me Richard… |