Automatic, systematic, do you do playa Just that money on ya mind In the traffic, status, do what you do playa Just on hustlin' on the grind
Do the scale, stackin' my mil the law, stayin' out of jail Possession of sales, all sales charges, hate betrayals
Payin' the 'Cause I don't write nothin' I it all in my head, intelligent About my business, memory an elephant
Chasin' the dream, suit up for represented tactics team They out for teams and beams Pointed at domes, and backs, and
Fire hydrants, ambulance Suspended license, indictments Righteously it all boils down to Is basically who's the
Ooh, my heart made of Slow my spit so you squares can understand it I didn't come in here empty I came in here on business and gone retrospect it dammit
Been out the game, did mane Vallejeo I claim, the name my pain, ghetto fame Magazine street mane
Messin' around in the fast Chevy, Cougars and Novas, Granadas, and Project livin' and housin'
Automatic, systematic, do what you do Just keep money on ya mind (I got my mind on my money and my on my mind, uh) In the traffic, baller status, do what you do keep on hustlin' on the grind
Ladies and gentlemen, ghetto F A Beezy, F A Sheezy Bustas me 'cause I f'ed they breezies Playboy, these techs easy you don't know the hoodrat Hugh Hef play greasy
I get on the grind So if you got ya mind on my money, I put some on ya mind Ya honey be mine 'Cause ya diamond forecast is partly The kids look on the shine
I'm ticked off again Y'all must like in long black caddy's that they stick coffins in The click been, blowin' sticky come in the same jars that they stick coffee in
And I got offerin' But I play hard to get, unless suck me 'til my dick soft again You lookin' at the way the coast to G do it From the Brooklyn to the Bay, the hook in by the way, oh
Automatic, systematic, do what you do keep that money on ya mind In the traffic, baller status, do you do playa Just keep on on the grind
To all you playas out hustlin' And all my thugs be thuggin' To all you playas out there And all my that be thuggin'
It don't matter if you locin' or Whether it's backwards or zig zags ya ya weed in You slow pokin' or All that counts to motherfuckers is if you broke or succeedin'
I'm gettin' to strokin' and sweetin', pokin' and skeetin' focused while feedin', so I don't choke what I'm eatin' I'm for towns to put the coke and the weed in To sit with folks in a meetin', please believe it
I used to sell tapes up out my and slang Cain Respected on the streets the fame Ain't nothin' lame or game about my game
my dues, obeyed the rules Stuck to the script, me and the All a my fellows and all a my Ridin' the mustard and on vogues
em up, sittin' 'em down Bossin' and flossin' all the town Hardest state ya ever heard In ya life man, write that
Automatic, systematic, do what you do Just keep that on ya mind In the traffic, status, do what you do playa keep on hustlin' on the grind
To all you out there hustlin' And all my that be thuggin' To all you playas out there And all my that be thuggin'