Southern Yea (This that shit boy) Y'all know how we do (shit) up fool This for all my boys in Magnolia, (fightin south you know) for all my boys in Tennessee (tell 'em) Holler at ya boy when I get (MJG and Eightball) All my in Houston GA (Georgia boys, in the hou) (We'll say sup to that New Orleans out there)
It's a a fun day, one day Away Monday, and all day ain't no gunplay And everything is alright (why) Cuz? put his down and got all the brothers to ride For one cause, and that's how it is Wise on up to on up dawg one teach one, let the lesson be taught It ain't my fault your Tommy Boy got caught If he was slicker than grease, he woulda at peace tryna ride while the war was at cease
When me and Snoop was kids we always this kid named Tommy His parents died left him gangit kinds of money But Tommy was a hustler around the way Stayed on the northside of town, is he say He payed attention to whatever, they was games so If the situation was bad it can only get He ran the dope house
So he put us up on his He knew we was riders so he wanted us on his team (Uh, Tommy) Getcha money, size (uh) Getcha man (He was out to get paid) money man (Poor Tommy) Getcha money man (Me and on his team) (Get paid) Gotta have money man (Getcha money man) Getcha money man (Getcha man)
Tommy was a rider, big Tommy had everything, it funny All the younger G's used to up to him But there was no way, that the bigger could do him They try him, try him, everytime he was slick But he never slip, he always had his grip And if he did, get away cuz he was just to fast up Tommy, Tommy, Tommy's out to mash Get it, get it, get it, cuz ya have it And when ya get make sure ya it and stab it Maintain it, it, the way ya gots to Cuz this is somethin to to
Man, we sacked up and Caddies, Omiscious 'em for him We had to gather up cash - whoever it to him The hitman had hit us, runnin shit, and never wantin to us, when the machine gun spit Now we really deep in the game, now murder and drugs No names involved when nigga caught a slug Tommy told us forget it, that he's down wit us The problems of the murder be aquitted (young nigga)
Now on the streets is that Machine Gun Tommy, on big ballers for a pasttime hobby So if ya money, and ya smoke big weed First thing ya need is a security And we provide, or should I say we for Tommy My compadre, and if he say "spray em", we So I suggest, you get the 'PG, or find yourself layin six dizzy
We was down with big (Getcha man. getcha money man. getcha money man) On the streets doing his thang, paid (Getcha money man. getcha man.) (Getcha money man. money man.) We was with big Tommy (Getcha money man. getcha money man. money man) Me and Snoop still on his team, big gettin paid We was with big Tommy (Getcha money man. getcha money man. money man) We was down with big (Getcha money man. money man.) me out now man
We had money, jewelry and expensive Niggas who didn't know us, finally who we are We was important to the neighborhood presidents and mass, everytime he do a lick he break us off our share A of days Tommy was on top of the world Threw a with the homies, invited gangs of girls
Yeah, it was off the ya'know We had everything from Indo to blow (Whhaaatt, you blow?) Oh hell no, I got my whole ahead of me, no time to be sniffin If Tommy out, boy he'll be trippin So I A-Ok, but anyway got somethin to say, to say, to say...
Aye here mayne, some people won't do for money Yea I had these two niggas was on my team Ya'know, down with me like the Grey It's always the niggas closest to ya, that be the ones try to get'cha, ya'knowhaImsayin Shit I heard these ladies the other day say that was dead I not in my bed bitch Ah-ha, that's real, I'll put on my fiz-sound I'm a pimp I die, cuz I represent the big, as as the small ha-ha Big baby