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I Don't Like to Dream About Gettin Paid

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Working LA

Tryin to get paid tha right way

But somehow the right way don't pay

I'm comin home late every night

Gotta struggle an fight

Wit tha baseheads on tha late night hype

Tryin to creep in tha house

Through tha cut, for what?

So I won't be seen by none of the homies, but

Tha homie Nate Dogg spots me and say "Yo, what's happenin'?

Oh, you don't know me no more", and passed me tha satin

I said "Ah naw, it ain't like that, G

I'm trying to go straight and have a J-O-B"

"You need to quit that faggot ass job", that's what he said

Showed me his grip and took some satin to tha head

Damn that nigga had at least two G's

And he was clockin it wit so much ease

I told him I was gone so I'm headin in tha house

Everybody knocked out

So I'm locked out

I go back to tha front

Where my homies is hangin at

They offer me a cavi sack

So I can start slangin dat

They say you ain't a hustler

I say don't doubt it

Hold dat thought

And I'll think about it

Because

I don't like to dream about gettin paid

The thought's complete so let me take a seat

Since I was born and raised on tha streets

I quit tha job I had

Cop myself a sack

Went from a double of fifty into a ceno stack

Within a week but my peak wouldn't reach

I was gettin too known on tha north side of Long Beach

Niggas got to trippin and I thought I heard it

So I went to tha hood

On Twentieth and Murder

I came up quick with some homies dat I knew from way way back

And bid my sack

Or maybe it's seven

Or was it eight hundred strong

In other words Daz had it goin on

I bought myself a bucket

That's right a bucket bitch

Who you fuckin my car or my dick

My lifestyle switched a bit

But my attitude didn't

I told all my old bitches good riddance

Cause when you got money hoes come automatically

And old hoes don't do nothing but cause some static see

I went from khakis to Guess, braids to a fade

I'm not Special Ed but I had it made

Livin tha life of a baller care free

Havin bitches dyin to sleep wit me ya see

But I went bankrupt from all the spending and gamblin

Business was gettin slow, and I wasn't handlin

Mine tha way I was supposed to

Now I'm broke and on a jack mission, so don't get close to

Tha D-P-G gang cause we scandalous when we broke

We get tha doggs in us and we get ta actin like some

Last night I had a dream

Felt so good it had to be

Me and my homies were gettin paid

Man oh man we had it made

Some homies want to roll wit me

Some homies claim insanity

Well if you want to set trip I will

If you don't want to drop be still

I can't believe this

But you can best believe this

I'm on another mission to get paid

Serve what I can serve right So my pockets will stack up

Nigga back up I gots to react off the first impulse I find

But my mama thinks I should take my time

But how much work would it take

And how much money would I make

Theres somethin I gotta think about

But I ain't got that much time

Moms want a nigga out tha house

I ain't gettin no younger

I'm only gettin older

Thinking about what my mama told me

Now I'm a Dogg Pound gangsta for life

And the fact that I'm out to get paid twice

Down to slang or pull a heist

Jack or break mutha fuckas on the dice

Now what should I do

Just chill when it's time to peel caps and adapt to kill

I've concealed tha concealed

So I've maintained for tha salary

And my mentally is raw from tha door

I go hard from tha door

Always down to squab

Day after day makin hits wit D-A-Z

Ta get paid yeah yeah yeah

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I Don't Like to Dream About Gettin Paid

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