We Different

Richie Rich & E-40 & V. White - Rap, West Coast Rap
We Different
2 Plays
Duration: 3:44
Lyrics
[Verse 1: Richie Rich] I slid the corner in my 7-deuce (My 7-deuce) These niggas think that thing a 4-4-2 (A 4-4-2) I got Forgi's on that bitch, I got all catcher You got the right questions, homie, just the wrong answers I'm with Rigga, I'm with Peezy, I'm with B-Legit (I'm with B-Legit) And if you smokin' like I'm smokin', nigga, keep it lit (Nigga, keep it lit) I'm a player, I'm a boss, I'm a dog (I'm a dog) Ten clean whips, two boats and four hogs, nigga Look, your lil' bitch, she don't stand a chance (She don't stand a chance) So I curved her and told her she could fuck my man (You could fuck my guy) Player shit, real niggas do it all the time (Do it all the time) So a friend of yours might just be a friend of mine (That's a friend of mine) Hey Junior, nigga, show me how that bird walk (How that bird walk) 'Causе I can still remember how thеm birds talk ('Member how them birds talk) Wanna hide it from a nigga, put it in a book (Put it in a book) Haha, I bet them dumb niggas'll never look [Chorus: Richie Rich] We different, no more curb servin', no more kitchen No more diabetes, no more burgers, no more chicken Heavy on the veggies, on these za's, never reggie I'm tryna told you, boy, this shit is heavy, look We different, no more curb servin', no more kitchen No more diabetes, no more burgers, no more chicken Heavy on the veggies, on these za's, never reggie I'm tryna told you, boy, this shit is heavy, look [Verse 2: V. White] You outta pocket if you ain't smokin' on exotic Get Taco Tuesdays with my mack, it be so melodic What's the skinny on the pack stacked up in the closet? A B-O-X to T-E-X'll turn a nice profit Hit Pappadeauxs, grab some gumbo, you can hold the sausage In the Continental chillin' with a goddess Pullin' her pants down while she yellin' out, "Daddy, stop it?" The shaft of my ride pulsatin' while she top it I'm agricultural, and at the boat show It's only right 'cause I need to haul a boatload Cadillac truck pull a trailer while in tow mode Tinted privacy glass while sippin' on some Lobos It's V. White and double with the slow flow Skatin' on this beat like we on the flow at Mojo's Pull a ho in any environment without a logo And if you cop fo', it's only right I throw you fo' mo' [Chorus: Richie Rich] We different, no more curb servin', no more kitchen No more diabetes, no more burgers, no more chicken Heavy on the veggies, on these za's, never reggie I'm tryna told you, boy, this shit is heavy, look We different, no more curb servin', no more kitchen No more diabetes, no more burgers, no more chicken Heavy on the veggies, on these za's, never reggie I'm tryna told you, boy, this shit is heavy, look [Verse 3: E-40] When I was flea-flickin' yola up in the summer of '86 (6) I never thought I'd go from Motel 6 up to the Ritz (Ritz) I never thought I'd make it up out the trenches of this earth Back in my days, it used to be ass last, purse first Back in my days over a skirt, they'd turn your truck into a hearse Back in my days they used to funk and go to war over a turf Anybody can be disciplined (Disciplined), anybody can be punished (Punished) Anybody can be checked for breaking the rules and not being a hunnid (Hunnid) If you stay ready, ain't gotta get ready, that's what legends say Don't get your eggs scrambled up when you out here visiting the Bay (Huh) They'll make some fireworks like it's Independence Day You fuckers better not think it's sweet like it's cupcakes or crème brûlée (Huh) When you different, you're different, save your money or you can spend it (Spend it) I'ma follow my callin' and stay ballin' like God intended (Intended) Had my own plans with no helping hands, we was independent ('pendent) If you ain't got me all up in your top ten, then I feel offended (Bitch) [Chorus: Richie Rich] We different, no more curb servin', no more kitchen No more diabetes, no more burgers, no more chicken Heavy on the veggies, on these za's, never reggie I'm tryna told you, boy, this shit is heavy, look We different, no more curb servin', no more kitchen No more diabetes, no more burgers, no more chicken Heavy on the veggies, on these za's, never reggie I'm tryna told you, boy, this shit is heavy, look
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Credits
- Writers
- Richie Rich
- E-40
- V. White
- JPZ