Working L.A., tryin' to get paid tha way But somehow the right way pay I'm comin' home every night gotta struggle an fight Wit' tha base 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 Dogg spots me and say Yo happenin'
No you don't know me no more when ya me tha satin' I said ah naw it ain't like G, I'm trying to go straight And have a J O B, you need to quit that ass job That's what he Showed me his grip and took some to tha head that nigga had at least two G's And he was it wit' so much ease
I told him I was gone so I'm headin' in tha Everybody out, so I'm locked out I go back to tha where my homies is hangin' at They offer me a cabby sack, so I can start dat They say you ain't a hustler, I say doubt it Hold dat thought and I'll think about it
I don't like to dream about gettin' I don't like to dream gettin' paid I don't like to dream about gettin' I don't like to dream gettin' paid
The complete so let me take a seat I was born and raised on tha streets I quit tha job I had caught a sack Went from a double of fifty a ceno stack Within' a week but my peak reach I was gettin' too on tha north side of Long Beach Niggas got to trippin' and I I heard it So I went to tha hood on Twentieth and
I up quick with some homies dat I knew from way, way back And bid my sack or it's 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 self switched a bit but my attitude didn't I told all my old bitches riddance
'Cause when you got money hoes automatically And no hoes do nothing but cause some static see I went from khakis to guess braids to a I'm not Special Ed but I had it Livin' tha life of a baller care Havin' bitches to sleep wit me ya see
But I went bankrupt all the spending and gamblin' Business was gettin' and I wasn't handlin' Mine tha way I was to Now I'm broke and on a jack mission so 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 paid I like to dream about gettin' paid I like to dream about gettin' paid I don't like to about gettin' paid
night I had a dream felt so good it had to be Me and my homies were paid, man, oh, man we had it made Some homies to roll wit' me, some homies claim insanity Well, if you want to set trip I will, if you don't to drop be still
Damn, I can't believe this but you can best believe today I'm on another mission to get paid serve what I can serve So my pockets will stack up nigga trip, nigga back up I gots to off the first impulse I find But my mama thinks I should take my time and for mines But how much work would it take and how much money I make
Wait, theres somethin' I think about But I got that much time moms want a nigga out tha house I ain't gettin' no younger, I'm gettin' older I'm only thinking what my mama told me Now I'm a Dogg Pound gangsta for And the that I'm out to get paid twice I ain't nuttin' nice Down to or pull a heist
or break mutha fuckas on the dice, that's real Now should I do just chill 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 tha door I go hard from tha door Up against all odds always to squab Dogg Pound for life I survive 95 Day after day makin' wit' D A Z Ta get yeah, yeah, yeah
I like to dream about gettin' paid I don't like to dream gettin' 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 I don't to dream about gettin' paid I don't like to dream about paid I don't like to dream gettin' paid