Letra Riches To Rags de Nappy Roots original

Mackey>
There are times when you get suckered in
By drugs, and alcohol, and sex with women(mmmkay)
But it's when you do these things too much
That you've become an addict, and must get back in touch...
(Mmmkay)uhh>(mmmkay)uhh>(mmmkay)c'mon>Nappy>
Yo!>
(Mmmkay)
Alcohol, drugs, sex, you've become an addict(too much)
Alcohol, drugs, sex, sex(too much)
Alcohol, drugs, sex, you've become an addict
Alcohol, drugs, sex, sex(too much)
He wore the finest stuff, platinum chains with diamond cuts
Hawaiian slush, combined with wine and coconuts.
Pushed a 'lac, gator shoes, amani suits, shahou(?)
Plenty hoes, plenty loot, a major nigga, a paid nigga.>
Kept some red Jarans, plus a big benz, plus a lex jeep
Plus the best friends, plus he jet ski, in Texas.
{Flash the big chedda, wu-leather, new chedder, gucci sweata
Spillin' armaredda in a black Baretta
For the fools who change like blue weather.}
His tailor-made Armani suits, played with Tommy boots
Pushed more hummers than army troops, word to my men Dukes.>
Look at him 'sached down, more kids than Bobby Brown
Had a private jet, planned the odds he bet, two keys inside his vest.
{I keep the gold chain, and a cold dame,
We drove a fast car in a slow lane,
With caviar with the white cocaine flick it all in the dope game.}
Snooort coke, push dope, down to cut, a nigga throat
Spunt half of his summer, cruisin' on a, love boat.>
(Mmkay)
Mmmkay>{anyway}mmm-hmm>{for real?}
Is that right?>{feel that}Go'n ahead balla>{do ya thang}
Mmmkay>{anyway}mmm-hmm>{really?}
Is that right?>{feel that}Go ahead playa>{do yo thang}
Spring break, Virginia Beach, had a pair of, gold skis-acap