Riches to Rags (Mmmkay)

Randolph S. Parker, Marc Shaiman, Melvin Adams, Vito Tisdale, L. Elroy, Mike Caren, Brian Scott, William Hughes

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

C'mon, Nappy Roots

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
Armani suits, shot hoops
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 freaks
Plus he jet ski in Texas
Flash the big cheddar, Wu-Leather
New cheddar, Gucci sweater
Spillin' Amaretto on a black Beretta
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 man Dukes
Look at him Versace'd down
More kids than Bobby Brown
Had a private jet
Planned the odds he best
Two keys inside his vest
I keep the gold chain
And a cold dame
We drove a fast car in a slow lane
From the caviar to the white cocaine
Flick it all in the dope game
Snort coke, push dope
Down to cut a nigga throat
Spent half of his summer
Cruisin' on a love boat

(Mmmkay)

Mmmkay, anyway, mmhmm, for real?
Is that right? Feel that, go ahead, balla, do ya thang
Mmmkay, anyway, mmhmm, for real?
Is that right? Feel that, go ahead, playa, do ya thang

Spring break, Virginia Beach, had a pair of gold skis
Mo' money than Playboy
Nigga bleed!
He was living lavish
Drinking cash with player status
Not the fattest
Chick the baddest
Used to ball with Gladys Knight
This was just your average night
My dude spend a G a week
Just to see a freak
Strip down to her bare essentials in the Presidential Suite
His men too weak
New York Undercover shot his brother in a shootout
He had to move out
And drop his mother in a new house
He had nothin' to go home to
Defeat was on the menu
A two time loser (ohh man), deja vu
Fell in debt with Johnny Mafia
And let the gun play
He sold his Ultima
Leased a Hyundai
Pushin' out his mom's place
Get caught for child support
Poppin' corks was more important
Bench warrant, undercover informant
Three years upstate, tough breaks
Droppin' names, poppin' veins
Gettin' high off his own supply
Still movin' weight, steady losin' weight
On the grind with his life on the line

Mmmkay, anyway, mmhmm, for real?
Is that right? Feel that, go ahead, balla, do ya thang
Mmmkay, anyway, mmhmm, for real?
Is that right? Feel that, go ahead, playa, do ya thang

Alcohol, drugs, sex, you've become an addict (too much)
Alcohol, drugs, sex, sex (too much) Mmmkay?
Alcohol, drugs, sex, you've become an addict
Alcohol, drugs, sex, sex (too much) Mmmkay?

Look, him and his boys got duct taped
For hangin' out at Suge's place
See all my niggas, they took chase
When they heard little Daddy push weight
It was a robbery
Snatch his platinum Cuban link and his Wallabies
Another street casualty that was written
And promised in the prophecy
They stole his watches and rings
While they shot up his veins, god bless
He had no vest but he felt no pain
From the holes in his chest
Heartbeat weaker now
Stones in his reefer now
Lungs overflooded with blood
He 'bout to drown
Nose white, laughing
Ambulance lights flashing
Soon he'll leave
But for now give him some
Room to breathe
Doctor called the family in
Enemies, and next of kin
One foot in the grave
And his soul in the wind
From ashes to dirt, one closed casket
Two limousines and a hearse
Photographic pictures of the bastard
With "Rest In Peace" on his shirt
Cause at the wake
Some niggas came over
Jumpin' out a Range Rover
Put the gat to his head
And told him "game's over"

Mmmkay, anyway, mmhmm, for real?
Is that right? Feel that, go ahead, balla, do ya thang
Mmmkay, anyway, mmhmm, for real?
Is that right? Feel that, go ahead, playa, do ya thang

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La canzone “Riches to Rags (Mmmkay)” di di Nappy Roots è stata composta da Randolph S. Parker, Marc Shaiman, Melvin Adams, Vito Tisdale, L. Elroy, Mike Caren, Brian Scott, William Hughes.

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