Тексты песен «B. Rich»

So it's me and fuckin' buddy, right Doin' 'er up on a friday night. Like no big deal, just a couple of pops, A half pack of bud, couple of shots. Like, might as well make a night of 'er right (yah) 'caus I don't drink...

I'm from the great white north, right Like up above the states (yah); The big land mass that the rest of the world hates (fuck yah) We're like, above that, fuckin' north I guess The big patch of trees where everybody's...

To the east side, we finally got a piece of the pie Watch these come an' gettin' 'em know fo sho Yo, get your back up off the wall an' get your feet on the floor You see the boy at the bar with the glass so tall...