Intro: Richie Rich, (DeWayne Wiggins)
(Take a hit of this joint, take a puff of the bulkest dove)
Puff on it!
9-6 (baby) Richie Rich, Rame Royal, hmm
Verse 1: Richie Rich
When I wake up in the morning, first I yoke out
then I ???? pimp, so I can smoke out
Good green opening up my third eye for sure
As I contemplate on which spot I`d like to go today
Damn, should I CDB again, I feel like loccin
fallin thru every bomb spot in Oakland
I got the good but I just can`t trip
Skyball TWAMP TWAMP for a piece of crip
Danl ???? that`s the place to go
And my partner on the corner got the sack for sure
`84, I`m quick to look for booty hook
and if I`m fienin I need to see beamin
Cos, aah, them young brothers smoke the same way I smoke
But now all day I`m comin up short
Uh, I hope the town still love me
For some reason and my deceasing and my zoot`s ain`t fluffy
I need a pillow
Chorus: DeWayne Wiggins
Lay a drop on the pillow (Yeah baby)
And just relax, relax, relax (Cos that was made for you)
Lay a drop on the pillow (yeah baby)
I`ll fly free sack (fly free sack), fly free sack
(Cos that was dove for you)
Verse 2: Rame Royal
By chance it might seem strange, many nights I dream
of trees on the range with branches of light green
Women slumbering get tossed like salad with cucumber
but can`t stop me from gettin lost on the lands of broccoli
High! I shut em, close my eyes, cough, too much spirit goes
The cloud nine where I`m a lyrical wiz
Magical like Willow wit automatic flowin pillows
Get rolled in a bliz and consumed, that`s how Rame Royal is
In my room at the villo, sun shines thru blue blinds
on the window, lettin me know it`s time
to go back to reality
Oakland, Cali
And a sack of indo left on the bed
next to my rizzy`s head
Fulfillin wishes, I`m fillin phillies, Vegas and swishes
wit twenty reefers, sticky weed - minty and delicious
All I need and can axe for, a twamp to crunch
Probably won`t want another blunt til lunch
Chorus
Verse 3: Richie Rich
Fell thru Sophia`s but didn`t see her
Now I`m convinced that it`s on when I fall thru this red fence
I shoulda flipped the whole thang when I had the chance
but that done broke my back like a bald bozack
On a late night, I lurk for sure and got a lot of dough
for the first cat with the platinum sacks
And, naw, it ain`t a jack, you can hold my scraps
but pull a move and catch a lump to the back behind the scak
Richie Rich might walk a country mile, smilin all the way long
Wit dreams of pullin bongs, writin bomb songs
Buzzin with my cousin at the villo
stressin off a pillow
Chorus: DeWayne Wiggins
Lay a drop on the pillow (yeah baby)
And just relax, (just) relax, relax
(I know, I know, I know the sack was one for you!)
Lay a drop on the pillow (yeah baby)
I`ll fly free sack, (fly free sack), fly free sack
(I know this sack was wrong for you)
Yeah ba-by!
Oooh yeah
Here we are gettin night endeavour
Don`t worry cos it`s gonna get better
I roll a fat one for you, yeah
Break it down cos it ain`t no startin
Put a drop on the every bodin
And I`ll blow a pillow with you
