🎵 Richtown // by Master P

2 ContributorsRichtown Lyrics [Chorus: with Master P talking in background] (A tick tock ya don't stop) Richtown (Ooh, ooh, ooh) (A tick tock ya don't stop) town (Ooh, ooh, ooh) In the Richtown (Ooh, ooh, ooh) town (A tick tock ya don't stop) Richtown (Ooh) town, yeah [Verse 1] Well it's Saturday but yo it don't matter it's money to be made Master P got away cleaner than Cascade And Richmond, California brothers gots to get paid Whether it's Southside, Northern Park, Chetterburgh Ya better strap a gat, cause if ya pockets get fat Ya get jacked for ya jewels, don't be that fool Straight servin' cause in Richmond we be pervin' 5-0, drive rag tops drag on the curb and Caddys and Benz roll, girls be waitin' It used to be trues and Vogues but now it's Daytons Police jack my pistols, they still packin' Have them dope fiends dialin' for crack A drive by shootin' em' P, seven ain't shit Brothers on the Southside ain't to be messed with Down in the village still sellin' hella dank Brothers wear vest cause suckers they out to gank Chevys and trucks roll with so much bass And all ya hear is Master P and Untouchables tape (RICHTOWN!) [Chorus] R-I-C-H-M-O-N-D (x7) [Verse 2] Richmond, California some call it the dope spot The place where the pushers roll And a fifth wheel Caddy is an every day stroll Dope fiends quick But cha' gotta watch out for the crooked police Ya see the Rich ain't no joke 4-1-5 brothers signed to the ghetto Suckers get sent It's the city of the drug lords, pushers and the pimps [Chorus] [Verse 3] Richtown, so many broads to get with But if ya game's lame, ya get cha' tights split I ain't braggin' cause my pants will keep saggin' Hat cocked to the side with that gold one draggin' Now I'm cruisin' up Cotton Boulevard, see a cutie So I stopped the car, she said P was a lick So I mashed the gas cause I don't pay for the bitch Doin' about 80 on 23rd (What cha' see) OMG and some Mexicans on the curb So I stopped for a minute at the liquor store No ID but the Arab let me go Grab my 49 wrist burnin' On the way to Eastern Hills with my boys be servin' There go the cops man, just my luck [* Sirens *] (Yo P what cha' do] I shook em' up Hit the corner just to ditch the law Caught a taxi, end up in the Hilltop Mall that in the (RICHTOWN!) [Chorus]