That Daz and Dub C in this motherfucker (What's nigga?) Doing what we got to do, day all day And if you know, now you know So get it right,
Yah and it goes like Gangsta shit, nuttin' but gangsta Gangsta shit, nuttin' but gangsta WC, Daz, Daz Gangsta shit, nuttin' but gangsta
ridin' high (Just high) ridin' by (Just by) Come on, don't trip, don't
Just high (Just high) Just by (Just by) Come on, don't trip, trip
It's like chill, why do we have to and get ill On what we call the dollar, dollar You can get killed for that paint job and Oh my, oh my, I love the dollar, bill Oh juicy, be like [unverified] when he steel Put the up on you and be out with the loot coke or weed, pills
You got pinky when the cup of got spilled Shit outta luck, ain't no refills I'm more deadlier ever What I got'll see your armor shield Show you breakdown your bills Recognize the real side that'll ride and for sure
Just ridin' (Just high) Just by (Just by) Come on, trip, don't trip
Just high (Just high) Just by (Just by) Come on, trip, don't trip
Chronic's in the bag all day Blue six with [unverified] called [unverified] Age sixteen, I'm tired of hearing mouth "Motherfucker get a job or get ya ass out" A wild seed, influenced by the G's Strong bombing, pistol and twisting niggas for cheese It's the normal method, barrel by the jail
Wreck a long one [unverified] the real stretch A juvenile packing And when I'm close to doing a Nigga I got more stripes a zebra Will I live and make it out of the ghetto but I die? God knows nigga but for now I just know I'm just
Just ridin' (Just high) Just by (Just by) Come on, don't trip, trip
Just high (Just high) Just by (Just by) Come on, trip, don't trip
You got the hand, take control and take command Get your blast over and cut the bullshit I the need the in a hurry By the end of the day I'm having 'em, don't Sorta like a dream or a storybook, a born Shook all the bustas that snitch, now black book
It took a while, being so broke hard to smile living, trying to be grown when I'm a child Overshadowed by Running and stealing, running security Something like a Drugs, bitches to county jails, My background 'cuz the game is so trickory
Now what's the remedy, we strive, the streets is killing me Or should we lay down in a shit's forgiving me? Criminal activity, crack sales are me (A or syllables said really fast) Just I'm tired of the life of crime
chill The of the deaf, dumb and blind chill Why do we to fool and get ill trip It's all about the dollar, bill
ridin' high (Just high) Just by (Just by) on, don't trip, don't trip
Just ridin' (Just high) ridin' by (Just by) Come on, don't trip, don't
You motherfuckers wanted to what the gang was all about And now you know, you got to look no further WC and that Daz Bringing it to you, hardcore, raw, smooth, gangsta Sucka, 98-97 99-2G,
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