Lyrics:
popped out
I seen it all
Niggaz stretched out by tha corner store
Life no more
Dont think small im getting focused
In tha crib writin rhymes while im
nigga, blue fat laces nigga
Me and the homie's all on paper chase nigga
Kurupt Young Gotti, 6-4-4-5 me
[Unverified] pistol cocker, cocked and blast
Start
the flesh
Yeah
That's what i'm talking about
Yo kurupt, kick that!
[kurupt]
I ain't shit with out my homeboys
Although at times it seems
Trying to make it
bling" they blind ya
Tryna stick me for my paper "click
Click" they found ya buried
In tha million dollars
Respect my whole click
Smoked Outt, we be tha
Verse One
Posted at the spot with the homies, tall can or a 40
In a brown paper bag in my hand
Shit, all my khakis sag like I ain't got no belt
pourin',
King Tee and Tha Liks And Kurupt fuck it up like,
bitch, get the fuck off my dick
I got hookers, hoes, tramps, pigeons, bitches, rats, sluts with
[Kurupt]
Yeah Yeah
Gangsta like, uh huh
To all my O.G.'s and all my Y.G.'s
Daz Dillinger, Daz kurupt (dat nigga daz!)
[Xzibit]
I move bricks
Dogg Pound Gangstas rip
Dogg Pound Gangstas rip
Word on tha streets, see it aint nobodies business
secret to keep, so keep heat incase things
Dogg Pound Gangstas rip
Dogg Pound Gangstas rip
Word on tha streets, see it aint nobodies business
secret to keep, so keep heat incase things
cash
Wid cash on cash dub sacks new blocks
Baby S, El Drex, Kurupt, Trigga and Short Khop
When you see me wid the DPG
Just walk on by, nigga, just walk
In for tha
Getting money getting paper in Dollars that what I'm in for
Gettin bitches getting mmoney then My momma gat my back
Nigga they will stand
at the holiday inn
[Daz]
Yeah Tha Dogg Pound is back again
Makin it pop cause it's after 10
Hypin it up, who else could do it but us
Sillk, Gold, Snoop, Daz
to get fucked up!)
Sherm, sherm
Bomb weed, swisher sweets
All types of shit we need
Get me high ever day
Passing by give me weed
(We about to get fucked
cry alone
Just look up in the sky ill be right there by your side to keep you warm
You gon get tired just sticc to tha script
Ion need your love you
I remember wen that bill was due, a nigha had to go get that paper up
Sis cudnt do it all by herself, by any means I had go run it up
Trying
A GAME
THATSSS RIGHT
J DOUBLE E Z-Y
LIVE MY LIFE STACKIN PAPER FUCK GETTIN BY
GETM IN GETM OUT IN THA SAME NIGHT
TOLD MI NIGGA TIP GREAT MINDS THINKIN
not Tito
Have a couple babies, now let her get up
If we prayed and respected by big and the little
Riddle by the stock exchange rockgame
Get
dropped tha package
He pussy don't want static
My young niggas gonna let em have it
They know am bout paper
Ima chase it
Ima addict
We do drills in traffic
Central and the D-P-G)
(Riding high)
Kurupt Tha Kingpin and Dat Nigga Daz (I'm riding high)
Sentrelle and the D-P-G (I'm riding high)
Yea
Stoner
Yea
Cause we dem island boys
Yea
By any meanz I'll be gettin to that paper yea
I'll be blowin on dat purp Das dat propane
Sippin on dat
in my city
Smokin on some good weed
Ridin round passin out mixtapes
Workin on tha label
Murder Money Mob on tha rise
Divide and conquer
Stackin paper
it's like a nine to five
I got my nina my fo'-heata beata by my side
I keep it tucked close when I'm on the West coast (West coast)
I keep it
why our four tour buses hit more cities than Greyhound
Hip-hip hooray, Tha Liks is on the way
I'm like the homey that drops by, and stays all day
We
Can't settle for less I need more
I'm finna run up tha score
Bread coming in by tha loaf
I had to change my approach
This hustle neva gon end
I'm
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