That Daz and Dub C in this motherfucker (What's nigga?) what we got to do, every day all day And if you know, now you know So get it right,
Yah and it goes like shit, nuttin' but gangsta shit Gangsta shit, nuttin' but shit WC, Daz, Daz Gangsta shit, but gangsta shit
Just ridin' (Just high) Just by (Just by) Come on, don't trip, trip
Just ridin' (Just high) Just by (Just by) Come on, trip, don't trip
It's chill, why do we have to fool and get ill On what we the dollar, dollar bill? You can get for that paint job and wheels Oh my, oh my, I love the dollar, bill Oh juicy, be [unverified] when he shot steel Put the blame up on you and be out the loot Slang or weed, pills
You got pinky when the cup of blood got outta luck, there ain't no refills I'm more deadlier ever What I got'll see through your armor you breakdown with your bills Recognize the real that'll ride and kill Just for
Just high (Just high) ridin' by (Just by) Come on, trip, don't trip
Just ridin' (Just high) ridin' by (Just by) on, don't trip, don't trip
Chronic's in the bag all day Blue [unverified] six [unverified] called [unverified] Age sixteen, I'm tired of hearing mouth "Motherfucker get a job or get ya ass out" A little seed, influenced by the G's Strong bombing, pistol whipping and twisting niggas for It's the normal method, barrel start by the
a long one [unverified] the real stretch marks A packing millimeters And when I'm to doing a third I got more stripes then a zebra Will I live and make it out of the but will I die? Only God knows nigga but for now I just know I'm
Just high (Just high) ridin' by (Just by) on, don't trip, don't trip
Just high (Just high) Just by (Just by) Come on, don't trip, don't
You got the upper hand, take and take command Get your blast over and cut the bullshit I the the chips in a hurry By the end of the day I'm having 'em, don't Sorta a dream or a storybook, a born crook all the bustas that snitch, now I'ma black book
It a while, being so broke it's hard to smile living, trying to be grown when I'm a child Overshadowed by Running and stealing, from security like a mystery Drugs, to county jails, penitentiaries My background history 'cuz the is so trickory
Now what's the remedy, should we strive, the streets is me Or should we lay in a cell shit's forgiving me? Criminal activity, crack sales are me (A bunch or said really fast) chill I'm of living the life of crime
chill The of the deaf, dumb and blind Just Why do we have to and get ill Don't It's all about the dollar, dollar
Just high (Just high) Just by (Just by) Come on, trip, don't trip
Just ridin' (Just high) ridin' by (Just by) on, don't trip, don't trip
You wanted to know what the gang was all about And now you know, you ain't got to no further WC and nigga Daz Bringing it to you, hardcore, raw, smooth, shit Sucka, 98-97 99-2G,
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