Lyrics Rich Rollin' - WC

Rich Rollin'

To All The Remy Sippers,, mellow Dippers, the Sack Flippas'
Ziploc Zippers, The Fedex Packin' Shippers
Big head dolla foldas, gun holdas with the cheap motorolas
Peep Game as i fire up this doja
Show You How A Nigga
Puts It Down From The
Connect SC
Later Than Nuttier Niera
Web Stars Still Making
Sells For Chickens
Dont Get It Twisted
When The Right Time
Im Walking With The Ticket
Madd Doggin' Niggas, Ain’t Nuthin Funny
Mother Fuck Jerry Mcguire
Show This Nigga DUB the MONEY
And Out Of Town Spot
While I Can Make A Profit
With The Color Hankechief
Hanging Out My Back Pocket
Instead Banking For My Juvels On These Fuus
Can’t Stop Til I Get Money Like That Nigga Cube
Blowing Chronic Out The 6 Double O
Cruise Controlling
My Pockets Are Swolling
I Gots To Have The Rich Rollin
Rich Rollin
Never Strolling
Heater Holding
We’s Rolling
She Know It, He Know It
We Rolling
She Showing
And They All Can’t Hang
Without Grippin On Thangs
Sittin Reminance
About The Days Of Way Back
Before The LP’s And The Platinum Plaques
When All I Had To Eat
Top Ramin And Tobasco
Sleepin On The Floor
Sellin Sacks Out The Back Door
I Remmeber Niggas PointingAnd Staring
Yellin Look At That NiggaRollin In A RX7
Bitches Laughing At Me
Cause Im Rollin A Bucket
With The Prime On The Side Of My Doors
Im Like Fuck It
Remember Some Day.
I’d Be The Nigga They Be Jocking
3 Year Laters, Fo' Sho It’s On And Poppin
I See The Same Fools, Backstage Callin My Name
Broke As Fuck, Lookin Like The Nigga Eddie Cane
The Game Still The Same
But The Players Done Change
Cause Now I Push Luxurys
And Bang The Connect Gang
From Rich Rollin To
4 Fingers, Two Twisted In The… Aww Fuck It
Yall Know The Slogan
Now I Have Seen Niggas Come
And Seen Niggas Go
Whack MotherFuckers In Cheesy Ass Videos
I Watch Them Fall Of The Charts Like A Brick
Talking That True MC Kid
Keep It Real Shit
See I Love To Freestyle
But If I Can’t Get Paid
At The End Of Day
Im Like No Comprende'
Cause If Keeping It Real Is Being Broke
Fuck This Rap Shit
Im Going Back To Full Time Slanging Dope
Laughing At These Niggas, Swearing They The Bomb
Working On Their Forth Album, Still Living With Moms
Three Strikes You Out, Pack Yo Shit.
SHAKE
Stick To Flipping Burgers And Making Mix Tapes
Cause If It Dont Make, Dollars It Dont Make Sense
And apparently those freestyles Ain’t Paying The Rent
So Imma Let You
Other MotherFuckers
Keep It Real Broke
And In The Mean While
Dub C Gonna Keep It Rich Rollin