the grand} {Tony, you, and you laugh at my brother little Richard When he says you ain't gave him nothing Let's leave him out of this hell, that ain'
said my nigga Dre Dog Frisco is the place For me to get high and you to get drunk We smoke dope we rap and these hoes we fuck Ooh I'm high as hell from
My life was comedy, quitting drinking was the easiest thing I've ever done, I have never looked back. I can not simply understand why the hell I waited
should call me Richard Simons, Chorus 2X Verse 2: Kells make it hurt at the same time feel goo! Label me a bad boy, true but I;m damn good Im rich as hell
eye and said rappers don't die We not gonna have an' tour, but we gon get by So most of us gonna be in hell high, kickin' Now put the rhyme on a triple
room with 2 cellmates Now I tower over the devil but this aint Hell Date. Long way to go I see my feet getting blisters. I dare em' talk to me like Mike Richards
And in Queens, I be a legend like Richard Dean Son, I got a team that Hakeem couldn't dream While you be standin' sellin', Queens keep it live Who the hell
to myself This tattoo on my left hand Is turning purplish blue Daydreams of the romance Daydreams of you My pretty woman in a ball-gown I'm Richard
by Lillian Bos Ross, Sam Eskin, Richard Dehr & Frank Miller (Arlo's version is from the singing of Ramblin' Jack Elliott) My name is Juanano de Castro
nigga Dre Dog Frisco is the place For me to get high and you to get drunk We smoke dope we rap and these hoes we fuuck Ooh I'm high as hell from
nice, the price is right Two for one - that's quite the night And she proved no match In the dark I watched her fold for my stick and move Richard roundtree
devoted to the concept of gettin mine So here's the deal like shaquille o'neal If you don't know what you're doing, how the hell can you be real? Chorus
the four fifth, cause a racket (That's right) Freaky fella, Jimmy swaggert, kill a sucka, brothers had it (Wha? Ha) Contradiction, crucifixion False leadership, Richard
Wet T-shirts, itty bitty skirts All my homies straight puttin in work (much work) I call it sexy, some call it sexist Can't tell a lie, Mr. Richard is
Smashing you like a bottle of zima Oh now all of a sudden you got emphesema? Burrnt, save that shit for rich verbatim days behind me I'm yellow as hell
We welcome you We welcome Brian Wilson and William Tell (We welcome you) Harry Belafonte, Alexander Bell (We welcome you) Archangel Gabriel and Richard Hell
out on me now You put a song in my dark silence You moved my feet when I could not dance And you caught me just when I fell You stilled my hell of storms
shall not be tricked Into pity for You must know full well That I love you And you can't inflict Any pain that's more Than this living hell But I love