Pillow

Richie Rich

featuring Rame Royal  DeWayne Wiggins 


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 through 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 

'cause, 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 through 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 through Sophia's but didn't see her 

Now I'm convinced that it's on when I fall through 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 'cause it's gonna get better 

I roll a fat one for you, yeah 

Break it down 'cause it ain't no startin 

Put a drop on the every bodin 

And I'll blow a pillow with you