Working L.A., tryin' to get tha right way But the right way don't pay I'm home late every night gotta struggle an fight Wit' tha base heads on tha late hype to creep in tha house through tha cut for what So I be seen by none of the homies But tha homie Dogg spots me and say Yo what's happenin'
No you don't know me no more when ya me tha satin' I said ah naw it like that G, I'm trying to go straight And have a J O B, you need to quit fagot ass job what he said Showed me his and took some satin to tha head Damn nigga had at least two G's And he was it wit' so much ease
I told him I was so I'm headin' in tha house Everybody out, so I'm locked out I go to tha front where my homies is hangin' at They offer me a sack, so I can start slangin' dat They say you a hustler, I say don't doubt it Hold dat and I'll think about it 'cause
I don't like to dream about paid I like to dream about gettin' paid I don't like to dream gettin' paid I don't to dream about gettin' paid
The thought's so let me take a seat Since I was born and raised on tha I quit tha job I had caught a sack Went from a double of fifty into a ceno Within' a week but my wouldn't reach I was gettin' too known on tha north side of Beach got to trippin' and I thought I heard it So I to tha hood on Twentieth and Murder
I up quick with some homies dat I knew from way, way back And bid my sack or maybe seven or was it eight hundred strong In words Daz had it goin' on, I bought myself a bucket That's right a bitch who you fuck in my car on my dick My life self a bit but my attitude didn't I told all my old bitches riddance
'Cause when you got money come automatically And no don't do nothing but cause some static see I went from khakis to guess braids to a I'm not Ed but I had it made Livin' tha of a baller care free Havin' bitches dyin' to wit me ya see
But I went bankrupt from all the and gamblin' was gettin' slow and I wasn't handlin' Mine tha way I was to Now I'm and on a jack mission so don't get close to Tha D P G gang we scandalous when we broke We get tha doggs in us we get ta actin' like
I don't like to dream about gettin' I don't like to dream about paid I don't like to dream about gettin' I don't like to about gettin' paid
Last I had a dream felt so good it had to be Me and my were gettin' paid, man, oh, man we had it made Some homies want to roll wit' me, some claim insanity Well, if you want to set trip I will, if you don't want to be still
Damn, I can't this but you can best believe this today I'm on mission to get paid serve what I can serve right So my pockets will stack up don't trip, nigga back up I gots to react off the first I find But my mama I should take my time and work for mines But how much work it take and how much money would I make
Wait, theres I gotta think about But I ain't got that much time moms want a out tha house I ain't no younger, I'm only gettin' older I'm thinking about what my mama told me Now I'm a Pound gangsta for life And the fact that I'm out to get paid I ain't nuttin' nice Down to slang or a heist
or break mutha fuckas on the dice, that's real Now what should I do just When it's time to peel caps and to kill I've concealed tha concealed so maintained for tha salary And my mentally is raw from tha door I go from tha door Up against all always down to squab Pound for life I survive till 95 Day day makin' hits wit' D A Z Ta get yeah, yeah, yeah
I don't like to dream about paid I don't like to dream gettin' paid I don't to dream about gettin' paid I don't like to dream about gettin'
I don't like to dream gettin' paid I don't to dream about gettin' paid I don't like to dream about gettin' I don't like to dream gettin' paid