RiTchie Valens

Lyrics for RiTchie Valens

(Ritchie, Ritchie) Aw, aw, aw, aw, aw, yeah (Why would you niggas do this to me?) (Why would you ni-, why would you niggas do this to me?) (I'm worried about you, Ritchie, I'm worried) Please don't save me, no (Ritchie, Ritchie) Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah Are you in a hurry? This shit like pulling teeth You thinking all that he-he-ha-ha is really getting through to me? Nigga, that's news to me I'm a grown-ass man out here, man, you really think I'm losing sleep? Hundred and two degrees And we still outside, motherfucker, we alive, so let me know Nigga, it's true indeed And you see, I don't talk it like it's you and me So let me know (it's you and me) I ain't rapping 'bout rapping in a minute (Ritchie, Ritchie) 'Cause I don't like wasting no wax on you niggas But I don't like hating-ass backwards-ass niggas So I'ma play the game, then it's back to my business I see the way that you act, it's all privileged (Ritchie, Ritchie) Well, niggas don't owe you respect, this shit given And niggas don't know you, so better get with it That shit can get snatched, like that little-ass pendant Okay, Mr. Fishbowl, go and get it (Ritchie, Ritchie) 'Cause we can see all through your shit with no tinted And all that little hatred that's blurring your vision And all that little fake shit you calling yo' friendships We can even read you when you type a sentence (Ritchie, Ritchie) You starting to feel a lot more like a tenant This shit like pulling teeth when you try and sell tickets This shit is just a breeze 'cause I been here for a minute They scream, they screaming (Ritchie, Ritchie) You all fazed out with me, well, let me know (Why would you niggas do this to me?) (Why would you ni-, why would you niggas do this to me?) They screaming, they screaming (Ritchie, Ritchie) (I'm worried about you, Ritchie, I'm worried) Like a Ritchie Valens, yeah, that nigga still valid, bro (Why would you niggas do this to me?) (Why would you ni-, why would you niggas do this to me?) This shit like pulling teeth (Ritchie, Ritchie) You thinking all that he-he-ha-ha is really getting through to me? (Ritchie) Nigga, that's news to me I'm a grown-ass man out here, man, you really think I'm losing sleep? Hundred and two degrees (Ritchie, Ritchie) And we still outside, motherfucker, we alive, so let me know (Ritchie) Nigga, it's true indeed And you see, I don't talk it like it's you and me So let me know (it's you and me) (Ritchie, Ritchie) (Why would you niggas do this to me?) (Why would you ni-, why would you niggas do this to me?) (I'm worried about you, Ritchie, I'm worried) (Ritchie, Ritchie)