Static, Quik, not a gangster, we're not static
Some in love and some believe in friends But, niggaz, like me believe in ends 'Cause even your bitch wants to trick around You know the got you safe and sound
Now I'm 'bout to take it back to '84, I was fourteen back in the trees, West Side, if you please And, four-thirty-six, Spruce was the spot With me, Wayne, Mike, Shot, Nookie, and Rock
Donzelly, if ya with me, than let shit, kick If your head ain't spinning from dippin' all them 'Cause way back in the day they love a wet baggie Screaming, HORALE, ESE, with them on a caddy
And you couldn't deny a hit from Buddah, Tye Going round and the driveway, now it's coming my way And I'm out at a young age And the whole street was my stage
Peep, now then I was in the eighth grade, steady But niggaz, my age was paid, already Yeah, like nigga, Zam or even young, Blue They made they million by the age of, twenty-two
Like, Dan from Cedar block, him and Motor James from Piru Street, with boulders Rest in peace, little Noopy, he didn't have to to the tenth grade in a Fint, '0' rag
Well, goddamn, how can I be I ask my sister, Jack for some help and she told me, around Nigga, they sell dope, it sells itself While they back and just collect the wealth
And now I'm thinking, ain't nothing fly, about dirty ass, khakis dingy, prowings tackie This could be a way to flip that little, funky, twenty dollars, that I Right then, is I learned that
Some believe in Jesus, believe in Allah But niggaz like me, believe in making 'Cause even when, yo, niggaz, wanna be You know the money's still to you
Yes, yes believe in love and some believe in friends But like me, believe in making ends even when, yo, bitch wants to trick around You know the money's got you safe and
Peep, I gets a dub on the first and fifteenth, for a So, instead of spending it up, I gave my to Jack Now she jump in the and said, "I'll be right back" When she came in, she put me down with a plastic
I turned my forty into eighty and that was my I'm keepin' my in the house and not in my pocket Sister, Jackie in the kitchen some boiling water, baking soda Fresh powder, baby bottles, making boulders
Checking a fat grip, slanging to tricks Donzelly, dippin' sticks, and bought 'em a six And five-hundred, block, peach, thangs, ya see Moving gallon after and key after key
I'm telling you, I done, it all From, niggaz, hitting the Sherman and the out on the wall From cluckers, wanting a hit so bad, they let there fall Teeth rotten, gone and whole checks, get blown
But then, I'm still breaking these like Bam Bam Saved them, splitting rocks, to the 'em, I went from wearing khakis to Teccini While my rocks is like the great Houdini
I a gang of clothes, all of my equipment And getting somthing new with each and every Money gets made and gets spent And how these jealous niggaz acting, makes it evident that
Some believe in Jesus, some in Allah But like me, believe in making dollars 'Cause even when, yo, niggaz, wanna be You the money's still good to you
Yes, yes Some believe in and some believe in friends But niggaz like me, in making ends 'Cause even when, yo, bitch wants to around You know the got you safe and sound
Check, now in 1981, away to L.A. My niggaz, playa, Ham and gave me a place to stay On my way up bottom rock, bitches, starting to jock 'Cause my is getting longer and games, getting stronger
To pull my own weight, I and got me a job But by then, Ham and Gina started to squab weather, I should go or stay She him either he goes or you go, we both was on our way
So, he moved and took me with him on, two-thousand-one, Clowning with playas, all me, just astounding My nigga, pimpin, Carl got with that hair an Rolling up and the street in that, rag seven with Darren
Shaby, blue feathered, as he In the 'E l Co-P, 6, park away from the Big jam, L.A Mike, Darryl, on the bike That Top Big Shane, and Tweed rolling up the weed
And hoes, come and go in and out Revolving door, with some, nut in they mouth I'm making a living of pimpin' so you can't trip 'Cause though, I love God, I also love my grip
Some in Jesus, some believe in Allah But niggaz like me, believe in making 'Cause even when, yo, niggaz, be untrue You know the money's still to you
Yes, yes Some in love and some believe in friends But niggaz me, believe in making ends 'Cause when, yo, bitch wants to trick around You know the money's got you and sound
Ooh, yeah, safe and sound, Safe and sound, baby, ooh, Safe and sound yeah, safe and
Gotta let you know, gotta let you Gotta let you know, Compton's in the