lirik lagu richie cunning - work it out
[intro]
what up city, what’s happening?
this your man, richie cunning
the frisco inferno, the son of a preacher man, namean?
i’m saying if you feelin’ this right here then go ahead with it man
c’mon
[verse 1]
it goes 1 for the soul and 2 for the city and
3 for all liquor that costs a buck-fifty
who the intruder in the corner straight swiggin’?
dirt-doer and connoisseur of grave-diggin’
please believe i’m ready to throw down
for any sucker punk not knowin’ my home town
i’ll give you one hint, homie, it ain’t kansas
the name of the city i claim is st. francis
filthy rich, don’t never trust coppers
raw on the record for all of you tough talkers
[?] call me the rough ope… rator
p-ss the [?] i’ll tech you how to puff proper
i do damage to your rock box
style is foul; delivery stays top-notch
you don’t believe me? b-tch, break out the stopwatch
and see how quick i get the party jumpin’ like it’s hopscotch
[chorus]
yeah, now just work it out
baby you better work it out
a-yes yes y’all, i said work it out
baby you better work it out
a-yes yes y’all, we gonna work it out
now baby you better work it out
a-yes yes y’all, i said work it out
if you know what i’m talkin’ bout
[verse 2]
yeah, allow me to elaborate
i keep your lady’s tail shakin’ like a rattlesnake
i’m og, me and you think different
you do shows for fame, i do ’em for drink tickets
you got style, but you’re nothing like richie
pockets type flat; fingers type sticky
matter of fact, i don’t have no equipment
so when i’m done rippin’ i’m taking the mic with me
why these fools always trying to start sh-t
with the rec league chief of the fire department?
they talkin’. soon as i walk in the building
dudes hawking me like dominique wilkins
take a good look, sucker
when i took the stage, other rappers took cover
the cracker-jack crook, bad news bear
sellin’ cds to make some bus fare, c’mon!
[chorus]
yeah, now just work it out
baby you better work it out
a-yes yes y’all, i said work it out
baby you better work it out
a-yes yes y’all, we gonna work it out
now baby you better work it out
a-yes yes y’all, i said work it out
if you know what i’m talkin’ bout
[verse 3]
lord have mercy
i tried to tell ’em but they must’ve not heard me
i know everybody from the bay to the bricks
but when the cops show up, i don’t know sh-t
hotter than a pot of grilled chicken
you think your style’s raw, man, my sh-t is still kickin’
from the bay area back to uptown
stand up and get sat the f-ck down
[chorus]
yeah, now just work it out
baby you better work it out
a-yes yes y’all, i said work it out
baby you better work it out
a-yes yes y’all, we gonna work it out
now baby you better work it out
a-yes yes y’all, i said work it out
if you know what i’m talkin’ bout
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