Richie Cunning - Transfer Pt. 1 lyrics
[Richie Cunning - Transfer Pt. 1 lyrics]
Yo, I used to do shows that nobody watched
Warmin' up the crowd for rappers
That's supposed to be hot
Yeah they used to give me opening spots
Cuz they thought it was a good idea
Now they know that it's not
Cuz each and every one of my
Speeches over the beat is enough
To turn the leaders into
Devoted believers and plus
When I get heated and start
Flowing I'll leave you
With your mouth hanging open
Like a golden retriever, shit
All you fuckin' wannabe rappers
Got a better chance of winning
Off a lottery scratcher son of The City
Bet a hundred and fifty you can't
Come with the shit and you
Ain't cunning as Richie, uh
I don't know why you think
Your rapping is tight
You just sound like some other
Wack rapper you like
And I really don't know what
You bumpin' them beats for
They all sound like the ones
That come with your keyboard
Don't nobody wanna hear that shit
If I was you
I'd be careful who I share that with
If I was you
I'd start working on some brand new joints
If I was you, I would well
Shit, you get the point, c'mon
Believe Rich C is a threat
The more liquor I drink
The more lethal I get
Rappers officially have permission
To be afraid
When Richie get E and J all mixed in his DNA
Uh you want the real shit? Leave it to me
Other rappers talkin' Square Biz, Teena Marie
I'm at the bar swerving on a black style
Working on a blackout kinda like PG&E, uh
Me and my team, Rec League be the main event
So let the motherfucking games begin
It's like Rochambeau son, I rock for paper
Throw the scissors up, peace, I'll
Talk to y'all later, c'mon
Warmin' up the crowd for rappers
That's supposed to be hot
Yeah they used to give me opening spots
Cuz they thought it was a good idea
Now they know that it's not
Cuz each and every one of my
Speeches over the beat is enough
To turn the leaders into
Devoted believers and plus
When I get heated and start
Flowing I'll leave you
With your mouth hanging open
Like a golden retriever, shit
All you fuckin' wannabe rappers
Got a better chance of winning
Off a lottery scratcher son of The City
Bet a hundred and fifty you can't
Come with the shit and you
Ain't cunning as Richie, uh
I don't know why you think
Your rapping is tight
You just sound like some other
Wack rapper you like
And I really don't know what
You bumpin' them beats for
They all sound like the ones
That come with your keyboard
Don't nobody wanna hear that shit
If I was you
I'd be careful who I share that with
If I was you
I'd start working on some brand new joints
If I was you, I would well
Shit, you get the point, c'mon
Believe Rich C is a threat
The more liquor I drink
The more lethal I get
Rappers officially have permission
To be afraid
When Richie get E and J all mixed in his DNA
Uh you want the real shit? Leave it to me
Other rappers talkin' Square Biz, Teena Marie
I'm at the bar swerving on a black style
Working on a blackout kinda like PG&E, uh
Me and my team, Rec League be the main event
So let the motherfucking games begin
It's like Rochambeau son, I rock for paper
Throw the scissors up, peace, I'll
Talk to y'all later, c'mon