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