Working L.A., to get paid tha right way But somehow the way don't pay I'm comin' home late every night gotta struggle an tha base heads on tha late night hype Tryin' to creep in tha through tha cut for what So I won't be seen by of the homies But tha homie Nate 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 a J O B, you need to quit that fagot ass job what he said Showed me his grip and some satin to tha head that nigga had at least two G's And he was clockin' it so much ease
I told him I was so I'm headin' in tha house knocked out, so I'm locked out I go back to tha front where my is hangin' at They offer me a sack, so I can start slangin' dat They say you ain't a hustler, I say doubt it Hold dat thought and think about it 'cause
I don't like to dream about paid I don't like to dream about paid I don't like to dream about paid I don't like to about gettin' paid
The thought's complete so let me a seat Since I was born and raised on tha I quit tha job I had caught a sack from a double of fifty into a ceno stack Within' a week but my wouldn't reach I was gettin' too known on tha north side of Long Niggas got to trippin' and I thought I it So I went to tha on Twentieth and Murder
I came up 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 bucket bitch who you fuck in my car on my My life self switched a bit but my attitude I all my old bitches good riddance
when you got money hoes come automatically And no don't do nothing but cause some static see I from khakis to guess braids to a fade I'm not Special Ed but I had it Livin' tha life of a baller care Havin' dyin' to sleep wit me ya see
But I went from all the spending and gamblin' Business was gettin' and I wasn't handlin' tha way I was supposed 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 like some
I don't to dream about gettin' paid I don't like to dream gettin' paid I don't like to dream gettin' paid I don't like to about gettin' paid
Last night I had a felt so good it had to be Me and my homies gettin' paid, man, oh, man we had it made Some homies want to roll me, some homies claim insanity Well, if you want to set trip I will, if you don't want to be still
Damn, I can't believe this but you can best believe today I'm on another to get paid serve what I can serve right So my pockets will up nigga don't trip, nigga back up I gots to off the first impulse I find But my mama thinks I should take my time and work for But how much work would it take and how much would I make
Wait, theres somethin' I gotta about But I got that much time moms want a nigga out tha house I ain't no younger, I'm only gettin' older I'm only about what my mama told me Now I'm a Dogg Pound for life And the fact I'm out to get paid twice I ain't nuttin' nice Down to or pull a heist
Jack or break mutha fuckas on the dice, that's Now what should I do just it's time to peel caps and adapt to kill I've concealed tha so I've maintained for tha salary And my mentally is raw from tha door I go hard tha door Up against all odds always to squab Dogg Pound for I survive till 95 Day day makin' hits wit' D A Z Ta get paid yeah, yeah,
I don't like to dream about paid I don't to dream about gettin' paid I don't like to about gettin' paid I don't like to about gettin' paid
I don't like to dream gettin' paid I don't to dream about gettin' paid I don't like to about gettin' paid I like to dream about gettin' paid