I'll Be Richer Than Croesus (Remastered)

[Intro] Wake yo' sorry ass up Apollo You been tuckin' me in For the past ten thousand years Time for a wild west theatre Showdown And we gonn' turn Venice Into a deserted town Let's go [Verse] Mmmm Where's that scruffy-looking piece of shit? My dear "Brother Angel" Took my gold for granted (Mmm) Thank you Good God I'll have Saturn on my pinky Come plunge deep in me - my divinity A perfect three Tuco Benedict [Guitar Solo Interlude] (prrrra-pah) Allow me to narrate for you All that transpired [Verse] I of course punched me The man did too Punched me right back I punched me Yeah The man did too No Pow-pow [Chorus] 'stead o' cookin' up a big party With the city boys I'll be rich-er I'll be rich-er I'll be richer than Croe-sus [Verse] I'd say bare almost won His infernal scaring Hair-splitting He tried to get in my head And I was ha-ha-ha-ha-laughing He want me to throw up But howdy I said "The man have gotten' in your head" "Tuco" I was laughing [Chorus] 'stead o' cookin' up a big party With the city boys (ah-ahh-ahh-ahh-ahh-ahh-ahh) One me stopped me I'll be richer (richer) I'll be richer