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Intro- Yeah, you know what I`m sayin. Mutha fuckas in this world tryna
play niggaz out these days. Can`t fuck around and play niggaz out these
days niggaz is smart as a mutha fucka. A nigga gotta make cash. Only
thang that`s rulin` this mutha fucka right now is this strap, this weed,
and this money I got in my pocket. And a nigga gone get mo` money. You
know what I`m sayin`. Huh, fucc that.
Verse 1- I hear some niggas come round here talkin` `bout what the fuck
they can do, but the only thang I do is realizin` in my crew. Fuck these
snitches, fuck these bitches, ain`t worth the jail time bro`. You know
these streets is a mutha fuckin` joke and that`s the way it goes. Playa,
playa, got caught up, brought up the wrong way, but he say the white man
fucked him up and got him actin` that way. You know the homey who be
hangin` with the squad, lil` rassi`s tryna practice actin` hard. Talkin`
`bout money, talkin` `bout bitches, talkin` `bout fancy cars and all
that shit. Cocaine, a pound of weed, and bitches suckin` on his dick. He
used to wanted to live that way, ever since them chronic days, the big
homey C-Style put him on 19th street, got him on his way. It was cool
`cause he was finally one of us, someone we could trust, later on
someone we couldn`t trust. Niggas got greedy seen us clockin` dough in
this rap game, threatened to snitch if he wasn`t rich in a matter of
days. Should we kill him or let him starve (kill him) Make you get real
broke (kill him)-hell naw- this nigga gotta die right here we ain`t joke
(hell yeah)Check it.
Chorus-Don`t try to play me homey, don`t try to play me what, don`t try
to play me homey, who the fuck you think I was.(repeat twice)
Verse 2-8:30 in the evening I got the sack gettin` me set, some orange
to get me on my mind and stay the just at rest. Cruise the neighborhood
proudly and I`m throwin` up my set, Dogg Pound Gangsta homeboy and don`t
you forget. I crack a forty of that 8 fuck St.Ides, I love the taste,
and my system bumpin` down the street with nothin` but bass. Me and the
homeys flossin, we tossin` up the city lookin` clean as fuck, makin`
green, mashin` as a mutha fuckin` team. It seems they always notice me
who I am, got damn, tires poppin`. Pullin` up bumpin` the jam, niggas
strted hopeless shootin. Scavion three chromes- and the sit-uation, it
switched so fast, Daz the Dilinger, kickin` ass. Steadily movin` makin`
cash. Later on I bounced to the club me and my cousin Rick and Snoop,
top cousin Supafly, Big Stali and Hershay too. Cruisin` up with enough
fools don`t understand my thang, come around here homeboy and you won`t
see daylight ever again. Come tote me bitch, come get me rich, you know
my way, my game,let`s split, you down with this? Told you once told you
twice told you somethin` ain`t nothin` but a gangsta party bumpin`.
Dumpin` on some niggas after the club, some niggas started
trippin,niggas start set trippin`, niggas started crippin`, started
bloodin`, started doin`-whatever thAT THEY WAS DOIN` i WAS BLASTIN` THEY
WAS BLASTIN` THAT nigga Daz was outcastin`. Those that try to get up and
do they thangswang, bangin` is my thang, pat-pat, niggas tryna jack,
niggas try to fuck my game. How the fuck I feel homeboy get that 8 and
drink some mo` niggas won`t stop mashin` `til we knock down every niggas
do`.