Richie Cunning - Transfer Pt. II lyrics
[Richie Cunning - Transfer Pt. II lyrics]
Ladies and gentlemen, get crazy adrenaline
Pumpin' and blood boiling hot
As Iranian tenements
Try payin' attention to Rich C and all of his
Dangerous friends drinking that
Leaves stadiums panicking
Pay me in dollars or pay me
Again as long as you
Payin' me generously for titanium shit
You little babies are cinnamon, sweet as M&Ms
Wanna learn how to do it then
Just play me again and again
Keep talking bout how you a grown rapper
I couldn't hear over the sound
Of my own laughter
You hard-hittin'? Prove it and start spittin'
You can straighten up your flows
And powder your nose after
Your little ditties sound
Like Christmas-carolin'
You call it MC-ing, I call it embarrassing
Rich Cunning, car stereo barbarian hard
Not like them marshmallow bars
That y'all're carrying
My style thicker than elephants
Rocking bubble coats
Your style thinner than skeletons
Choppin' up the coke
I'm on the avenue blabbin' at out-of-towners
And flashin' my album at 'em and
Selling it off a couple quotes
Quit your hootin' and hollerin'
I was loopin' a vinyl
When y'all were poopin' in your
Superman Fruit of the Looms
You little kid shooters and ballers
Can holler at me
When you ready to rap, it's Rich C, c'mon
Pumpin' and blood boiling hot
As Iranian tenements
Try payin' attention to Rich C and all of his
Dangerous friends drinking that
Leaves stadiums panicking
Pay me in dollars or pay me
Again as long as you
Payin' me generously for titanium shit
You little babies are cinnamon, sweet as M&Ms
Wanna learn how to do it then
Just play me again and again
Keep talking bout how you a grown rapper
I couldn't hear over the sound
Of my own laughter
You hard-hittin'? Prove it and start spittin'
You can straighten up your flows
And powder your nose after
Your little ditties sound
Like Christmas-carolin'
You call it MC-ing, I call it embarrassing
Rich Cunning, car stereo barbarian hard
Not like them marshmallow bars
That y'all're carrying
My style thicker than elephants
Rocking bubble coats
Your style thinner than skeletons
Choppin' up the coke
I'm on the avenue blabbin' at out-of-towners
And flashin' my album at 'em and
Selling it off a couple quotes
Quit your hootin' and hollerin'
I was loopin' a vinyl
When y'all were poopin' in your
Superman Fruit of the Looms
You little kid shooters and ballers
Can holler at me
When you ready to rap, it's Rich C, c'mon