Richtown

[Chorus: with Master P talking in background]<br>(A tick tock ya don`t stop)<br>Richtown (Ooh, ooh, ooh) (A tick tock ya don`t stop) town<br>(Ooh, ooh, ooh) In the Richtown (Ooh, ooh, ooh) town<br>(A tick tock ya don`t stop) Richtown (Ooh) town, yeah<br><br>[Verse 1]<br>Well it`s Saturday but yo it don`t matter it`s money to be made<br>Master P got away cleaner than Cascade<br>And Richmond, California brothers gots to get paid<br>Whether it`s Southside, Northern Park, Chetterburgh<br>Ya better strap a gat, cause if ya pockets get fat<br>Ya get jacked for ya jewels, don`t be that fool<br>Straight servin` cause in Richmond we be pervin`<br>5-0, drive rag tops drag on the curb and<br>Caddys and Benz roll, girls be waitin`<br>It used to be trues and Vogues but now it`s Daytons<br>Police jack my pistols, they still packin`<br>Have them dope fiends dialin` for crack<br>A drive by shootin` em` P, seven ain`t shit<br>Brothers on the Southside ain`t to be messed with<br>Down in the village still sellin` hella dank<br>Brothers wear vest cause suckers they out to gank<br>Chevys and trucks roll with so much bass<br>And all ya hear is Master P and Untouchables tape (RICHTOWN!)<br><br>[Chorus]<br><br>R-I-C-H-M-O-N-D (x7)<br><br>[Verse 2]<br>Richmond, California some call it the dope spot<br>The place where the pushers roll<br>And a fifth wheel Caddy is an every day stroll<br>Dope fiends quick<br>But cha` gotta watch out for the crooked police<br>Ya see the Rich ain`t no joke<br>4-1-5 brothers signed to the ghetto<br>Suckers get sent<br>It`s the city of the drug lords, pushers and the pimps<br><br>[Chorus]<br><br>[Verse 3]<br>Richtown, so many broads to get with<br>But if ya game`s lame, ya get cha` tights split<br>I ain`t braggin` cause my pants will keep saggin`<br>Hat cocked to the side with that gold one draggin`<br>Now I`m cruisin` up Cotton Boulevard, see a cutie<br>So I stopped the car, she said P was a lick<br>So I mashed the gas cause I don`t pay for the bitch<br>Doin` about 80 on 23rd (What cha` see)<br>OMG and some Mexicans on the curb<br>So I stopped for a minute at the liquor store<br>No ID but the Arab let me go<br>Grab my 49 wrist burnin`<br>On the way to Eastern Hills with my boys be servin`<br>There go the cops man, just my luck [* Sirens *] (Yo P what cha` do]<br>I shook em` up<br>Hit the corner just to ditch the law<br>Caught a taxi, end up in the Hilltop Mall that in the (RICHTOWN!)<br><br>[Chorus]