Richman
3OH!3 Lyrics

I mean what can I say,
I don't know what else to say

Pretty babies in the backseat singin' to you,
Attractive young people in the car are singing

Hey DJ, won't you play that song for me,
Requesting for the DJ to play a specific song

And my homie, and my homies all singin' to it,
The group of friends are all singing along to the song

3oh, 3oh, 3
Chanting the name of the band

I ain't callin' for a close-up,
Not asking for too much attention or fame

No clubs, no cars, bitches with the nose jobs,
Avoiding the pretentiousness of club and car culture and fake women

No dubs, no stars,
Not interested in flashy cars or celebrity lifestyle

I'm 'a do it how I always have
Sticking to the same old way of doing things

Whiskey in a forty bag,
Drinking whiskey from a 40-ounce paper bag

Pissin' in the alleyway out back where the party's at,
Urinating in the alley behind where the party is located

I'm 'a spend it on a new whip, new hat, new kicks,
Planning to spend money on a new car, hat, and shoes

Bitches with the huge tits, new gat, new slips,
Seeking out women with large breasts, new gun, new underwear

I'm 'a do it how I always do
Continuing to live the same way as usual

Sleep until the break of noon,
Sleeping until midday

Wakin' just to make it through another night of shakin' you
Waking up only to go through another night of partying and hooking up with someone

And turn it up on your radio,
Asking the DJ to increase the volume of the music

I got two hundred seconds and I'm ready to go,
Ready to party and have a good time for the next 200 seconds

I ain't signin' on a new lease,
Not agreeing to a new rental agreement

No cooks, no keys,
Not interested in chefs or car keys

Models with the nose bleeds,
Avoiding models who have a sense of superiority

White lace, gold beads,
Reference to outdated fashion styles

I'm 'a run it like a marathon
Living life like a long-distance race

Party till I'm fifty,
Party until middle age

Wake up on my parent's lawn
Pass out and wake up on his parents' lawn

Them cops still out to get me,
The police are still targeting him

And I ain't sippin' on a mixed drink, pinkie out, lips pink,
Not drinking fancy cocktails with a raised pinkie or colorful lips

Talkin' to a rich skank filled up like a sperm bank,
Conversing with a promiscuous, wealthy woman

I'm 'a go where I always go
Going to typical places he frequents

Drinks are on the house,
Getting free drinks

Whiskey's on the rocks while your sister's on my mouth,
Drinking whiskey while kissing someone's sister

And if I was a rich man,
If he were wealthy

I'd never been to sea,
He wouldn't have traveled much

Could I take you anyways,
Asking if the person would still accompany him

Would you come with me, baby?
Asking the person to join him

And if I was a sick man,
If he was unwell

I'd never meant to be,
He wouldn't have planned to be ill

Would you love me anyways,
Asking if the person would still love him

And would you marry me?
Asking the person to marry him