Текст песни Busta Phree - Richie Rich
Did
a
little
bit
of
jail
time,
now
I'm
back
in
the
house
And
I'm
jonesin',
and
you
know
what
I'm
thinking
about
Sex,
and
in
the
studio
getting
mine
Ain't
dropped
a
tape
since,
uh,
'89
I
was
crossed
up
by
some
brothers
that
be
jackin'
So
if
you
bought
that
tape
and
felt
that
it
was
lackin'
Here's
that
missing
link,
and
my
apologies
extended
That
shit
jumped
off
but
that
ain't
how
it
was
intended
But
yo,
peep
it,
I'm
the
creator
of
that
old
shit
You
know
it
fa
sho,
that's
why
my
old
shit
hit
And
now
I'm
to
the
head,
I'ma
let
you
fools
see
What
Double
R
can
do
solo,
'cause
I'm
busta
phree
Busta
free...
in
the
night
Straight
solo,
he's
solo
He's
busta
phree...
in
the
day
Straight
solo,
straight
solo
But
now
that
jailhouse
is
full
of
brothas
that
be
bustin'
But
I
can't
bite,
I'm
not
that
nigga
to
be
trustin'
The
drag
and
the
drama
about
the
things
they
be
havin'
See
them
fools
on
the
street,
and
I
be
laughin'
'Cause
they
tore
back—oh,
where
your
Cadillac
at?
Oh
now
it's
in
the
shop—fool,
you
sniffin'
hop
And
getting
dime
thangs—trick,
them
screens
ain't
even
clean
That's
a
damn
shame—all
that
time,
he
was
a
fiend
But
look,
that
ain't
that
the
half—I
heard
'em
worse
than
that
They
got
brothas
in
jail
with
a
hundred
G's
stacked
That
ain't
impossible,
I've
seen
brothas
that
raw
But
now
when
commissary
come,
this
nigga
don't
even
draw
He
jocks
my
sack—"Yo
Rich,
shoot
some
soup"
Hey,
what's
the
scoop?
I
thought
you
had
a
hundred
G's,
troop?
Get
off
my
dizick,
support
your
own
damn
habits
Get
dry
draggin',
and
acting
like
you
living
lavish
You's
a
struggler,
straight
broke,
that's
no
joke
Using
heroin,
speed,
crank,
and
probably
white
dope
Telling
lies
'cause
you
was
bunkin'
with
me
I
couldn't
wait
'til
my
release
date
to
be
busta
phree
Busta
free...
in
the
night
Straight
solo,
he's
solo
He's
busta
phree...
in
the
day
Straight
solo,
straight
solo,
yeah
Now
you
can
bounce,
rock,
skate,
and
roll
But
don't
side
bust,
'cause
brotha,
I
trust
That
you
could
peep
the
game
in
the
script
I
spit
And
ain't
no
shame
in
my
game,
I
kick
that
saucy
shit
Now
I
can't
run
my
caper,
spend
a
boatload
of
paper
Without
one
of
these
old
marks
catchin'
the
vapors
They
wantin'
to
hang
out
and
fight
for
me
at
my
shows
Dog
the
blunts,
and
showstop
on
the
hoes
I'm
getting
sick
of
this
busta
shit
I'm
'bout
to
blast
out,
stab
out,
mash
out
And
try
my
best
to
get
further
Before
these
cats
in
the
Town
make
the
Double
catch
a
murder
And
on
the
stand
when
I
enter
my
plea
I'm
straight
guilty,
one
time,
but
now
I'm
busta
phree
Believe
that
Free...
free,
yeah
Straight
solo,
he's
solo
Free...
free,
yeah
Straight
solo,
straight
solo,
yeah
Oh,
the
funk
is
on,
it's
on
its
way
(It's
on
its
way)
Ballin'
every
night
and
every
day
(Every
day,
yeah)
Oh,
the
funk
is
on,
it's
on
its
way
(On
its
way)
Ballin'
every
night
and
every
day
(And
every
day,
yeah,
hey)
Ballin'
every
night
and
every,
every
day
Ballin'
every
night
and
every
day,
yeah
1 Intro
2 Ruff Neckin
3 Half Thang
4 Busta Phree
5 As Usual
6 80 Ounces
7 F**k Dat N*gga
8 Taste Like Sh*t
9 Cheap Thrill
10 Dirde Luv
11 Triple Gold
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