Rich Boy - The Cars lyrics

You n***as Gon Learn Buck A Buckin D-Boy Squad Buck A Buckin Rich Boy [Verse 1:] Im In That Phantom, Askin For That Grey Poupon, Look At My Arm b**h, Ya See Da Charm b**h. Sweet Home Albama Yeah I Love Her I Still Try Ta Hug Her Even Though She Aint My Color. Yeah Im f**ing Wit That-Home Boy But Aint Nothin Left - See I Got Enough Heart To March Wit Martin Luther King, Got Them k**ers Right By Me And We Can Have A Party If Ya n***as Wanna Try Me, Suprise, We Got Some Fireworks For Ya, Pop The Trunk Get The Gift Inside Lemme Show Ya, n***as Treat That Coke Like A Joke A Cocane Citys Like A Murder Up In Copelnd, Pick Ya Brain Like A Buncha Snow Flakes, Yeah I Put That Weight Down Now Its Real Estate [HOOK:] Tell Me Watcha Know Bout Me Boy, Dats Me Ima Mothaf**in D-Boy. Tell Me Watcha Know Bout Me Boy, Dats Me Ima Mothaf**in D-Boy. Yeah, So, Go D-Boy, Yeah, So, Go D-Boy, Yeah, So, Go D-Boy, Yeah, So, Go D-Boy [Verse 2:] If It Aint The Truth Me And My n***a Dont Write It, 9 Years from the day My Uncle Man Got Indicted, i thank god for the hard times when i suffer, he protect me like a mother n***a now im tuffer, cant forget about you prof i still see ya, im at the graveyard everyday i cant leave ya, i feel your soul when im writing with the pen, f** what them n***as say you my brother till the end, n***a save a spot for me tell god im coming, n***as k**in fo that money but there leavin here with nothing, if it a game motherf**er ima win it as far as im concerned aint no competition in it, call me the gritty green cause im wanna lie, now my --- mommy better thank what she got fitnta get some sh** just got a new house congratulations cause ya son made a million with his mouth