Whatever

"Whatever"

If Snoop's the king, and Game's the prince

Guerilla is the mayor that makes me dangerous

You can smell it in the air yeah it stank like shit

I swear I'm prepared for that gangsta shit

I don't, need a, khaki ensemble

Just ask 'em they tell you I'm phenomenal

It's G-U, E-R, I-L-L-A

Some call it hell, some call it L.A

And Compton is the devil's, son in law

Find me in Compton with the rebels with sawed-offs

Roll up that, hold up black

He belligerent but ain't, never did a show that's wack

Take a photo with the Kodak, and put it in yo' photo album

You can never say Guerilla never sold albums

I brought the West back in a 300

Ask the street niggas, they'll keep it 100

I got my mind on my money, my money on the grind and I

And I, ain't takin that shit

And I, and I, ain't takin that shit

And I, and I, ain't takin that shit

I got my mind on my money, my money on the grind and I

And I, ain't takin that shit

And I, and I, ain't takin that shit

And I, and I, ain't takin that shit

A mind is a terrible thing to waste

I married the grind wasn't aware of his fate

'Til I was lookin down the barrel of a 9 in my face

That moment I wondered how God would let this take place

Don't let the lolos in the backdrop fool you

Even the wise at one time they was foolish

Yeah I can show y'all California is

Yeah it's the, California kid

Where the kush forever green and the hood forever mean

And dreams of livin, California big

If you can walk where I walk and done seen, what I seen

I can show you where the paranoia lives

And the gang life is just the nature of the hood

God what ain't right it take place up in the hood

Gang life it'll, break you like wood

You ain't the only gangsta up out of a hood

I got my mind on my money, my money on the grind and I

And I, ain't takin that shit

And I, and I, ain't takin that shit

And I, and I, ain't takin that shit

I got my mind on my money, my money on the grind and I

And I, ain't takin that shit

And I, and I, ain't takin that shit

And I, and I, ain't takin that shit

They say the Lord take care, of babies and fools

Every hustler wanna be Rick Ross every gangsta be Tookie

Where we pour up a vodka, Red Bull cranberry juice

And talk about, everything, from the hood to the music

Yeah when it's good, it's so amusin'

When it's bad, yeah it's badly confusin'

Havin G's the police they hate that shit

When you in the Infiniti sittin on the latest kicks

They pull you over like you got 80 bricks

Man I ain't on no, 1980 shit

I got CPAs and lawyers

Money market and accounts, and three different mortgages

When the revolution start like Che Guerrera

When I start the movement call me Che Guerilla

I bring it back to the latest terror

So when you look back to your latest era, it's me

I got my mind on my money, my money on the grind and I

And I, ain't takin that shit

And I, and I, ain't takin that shit

And I, and I, ain't takin that shit

I got my mind on my money, my money on the grind and I

And I, ain't takin that shit

And I, and I, ain't takin that shit

And I, and I, ain't takin that shit