That Daz and Dub C in this motherfucker (What's nigga?) Doing we got to do, every day all day And if you didn't know, now you So get it right,
Yah and it goes like Gangsta shit, but gangsta shit shit, nuttin' but gangsta shit WC, Daz, Daz Gangsta shit, nuttin' but shit
Just 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, 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 that job and wheels Oh my, oh my, I the dollar, dollar bill Oh juicy, be like [unverified] when he steel Put the up on you and be out with 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 side that'll ride and Just for
Just ridin' (Just high) ridin' by (Just by) on, don't 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 [unverified] six with [unverified] [unverified] Age sixteen, I'm tired of hearing mom's "Motherfucker get a job or get ya ass out" A wild seed, influenced by the G's Strong bombing, pistol whipping and twisting for cheese It's the normal method, barrel start by the
Wreck a long one [unverified] the stretch marks A juvenile millimeters And when I'm close to 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 I'm just
Just ridin' (Just high) ridin' by (Just by) on, don't trip, don't trip
Just ridin' (Just high) Just by (Just by) on, don't trip, don't trip
You got the upper hand, take control and command Get your blast with and cut the bullshit I the need the chips in a By the end of the day I'm having 'em, worry Sorta like a dream or a storybook, a crook Shook all the bustas that snitch, now I'ma black
It took a while, being so it's hard to smile Hard living, to be grown when I'm a child Overshadowed by Running and stealing, running security like a mystery Drugs, bitches to county jails, My background history the game is so trickory
Now what's the remedy, we strive, the streets is killing me Or should we lay down in a cell shit's me? Criminal activity, crack sales are me (A bunch or syllables really fast) chill I'm tired of the life of crime
Just The life of the deaf, dumb and chill Why do we to fool and get ill trip It's all about the dollar, bill
Just high (Just high) Just by (Just by) Come on, trip, don't trip
Just ridin' (Just high) ridin' by (Just by) Come on, don't trip, trip
You motherfuckers wanted to know what the gang was all And now you know, you ain't got to look no WC and that Daz it to you, hardcore, raw, smooth, gangsta shit Sucka, 98-97 99-2G,
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