Working L.A., tryin' to get tha right way But somehow the right way pay I'm comin' home late every night struggle an fight Wit' tha base on tha late night hype Tryin' to creep in tha house tha cut for what So I won't be 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 ain't 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 clockin' it wit' so much
I him I was gone so I'm headin' in tha house Everybody knocked out, so I'm out I go back to tha front my homies is hangin' at They offer me a sack, so I can start slangin' dat They say you ain't a hustler, I say don't it Hold dat thought and think about it 'cause
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 dream about paid
The complete so let me take a seat I was born and raised on tha streets I quit tha job I had myself a sack Went from a double of into a ceno stack Within' a week but my peak wouldn't I was gettin' too known on tha north side of Long got to trippin' and I thought I heard it So I went to tha hood on and Murder
I came up quick with some homies dat I knew from way, way And bid my sack or maybe seven or was it eight hundred strong In other words Daz had it on, I bought myself a bucket That's a bucket bitch who you fuck in my car on my dick My life self switched a bit but my attitude I told all my old bitches good
'Cause you got money hoes come automatically And no hoes don't do nothing but cause some 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' bitches dyin' to wit me ya see
But I went bankrupt from all the and gamblin' Business was gettin' slow and I handlin' Mine tha way I was to Now I'm broke and on a jack mission so don't get 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 paid I like to dream about gettin' paid
Last night I had a dream so good it had to be Me and my homies were paid, man, oh, man we had it made homies want to roll wit' me, some homies claim insanity Well, if you want to set trip I will, if you don't want to drop be
Damn, I can't believe but you can best believe this today I'm on another mission to get 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 would it and how much money would I make
Wait, somethin' I gotta think about But I ain't got that much time moms want a nigga out tha I gettin' no younger, I'm only gettin' older I'm only thinking about what my told me Now I'm a Dogg Pound gangsta for And the fact that I'm out to get paid twice I ain't nuttin' Down to slang or a heist
Jack or mutha fuckas on the dice, that's real Now what should I do chill When it's time to peel caps and to kill I've concealed tha concealed so I've maintained for tha And my mentally is raw tha door I go hard from tha door Up against all odds down to squab Pound for life I survive till 95 Day after day hits wit' D A Z Ta get paid yeah, yeah,
I don't like to dream about paid I like to dream about gettin' paid I don't like to dream about paid I don't like to about gettin' paid
I don't like to dream about gettin' I don't like to about gettin' paid I like to dream about gettin' paid I don't to dream about gettin' paid