Working L.A., tryin' to get paid tha way But the right way don't pay I'm comin' home late every night gotta struggle an Wit' tha base on tha late night hype Tryin' to in tha house through tha cut for what So I won't be by none 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 he said Showed me his and took 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 gone so I'm in tha house knocked out, so I'm locked out I go to tha front where my homies is hangin' at They me a cabby sack, so I can start slangin' dat They say you ain't a hustler, I say don't it dat thought and I'll think about it 'cause
I don't like to dream about gettin' I don't like to 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 and raised on tha streets I quit tha job I had myself a sack from a double of fifty into a ceno stack Within' a but my peak 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 came up quick with some dat I knew from way, way back And bid my sack or maybe it's seven or was it eight 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 self switched a bit but my attitude didn't I told all my old bitches good
when you got money hoes come automatically And no hoes don't do nothing but some static see I went from to guess braids to a fade I'm not Special Ed but I had it Livin' tha life of a care free Havin' dyin' to sleep wit me ya see
But I went from all the spending and gamblin' Business was gettin' slow and I wasn't 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 'cause we when we broke We get tha doggs in us we get ta actin' like
I don't like to dream about paid I don't like to dream about paid I don't to dream about gettin' paid I don't to dream about gettin' paid
Last 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 want to roll wit' me, 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 believe this today I'm on another 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 thinks I take my time and work for mines 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 gettin' no younger, I'm gettin' older I'm only about what my mama told me Now I'm a Pound gangsta for life And the fact that I'm out to get paid twice I nuttin' nice to slang or pull a heist
Jack or break mutha fuckas on the dice, that's Now what should I do just When it's time to caps and adapt to kill I've concealed tha concealed so I've for tha salary And my mentally is raw from tha door I go from tha door Up against all odds always to squab Dogg Pound for life I survive 95 Day after day hits wit' D A Z Ta get yeah, yeah, yeah
I don't like to dream about gettin' I like to dream about gettin' paid I like to dream about gettin' paid I don't like to dream about paid
I don't like to dream gettin' paid I don't like to dream gettin' paid I like to dream about gettin' paid I don't like to about gettin' paid