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Sometimes I wanna fly away from all this money madness
But I think about it, how many people wish they fuckin' had it
I'ma be all the way one
I make big money
I drive big cars
Everybody know me
It's like I'm a movie star
But late at night something ain't right
I feel I'm being tailed by
I make big money
I drive big cars
Everybody know me
It's like I'm a movie star
But late at night something ain't right
I feel I'm being tailed by
stay low, keep it real and sho' to come up
But when I bite you gone feel that there, it's real down here
Watch your mouth boy, you might get killed down
(50 Cent-talking over beat)
It's gangsta nigga
It's too gangsta nigga
I keep it gangsta nigga
Wha wha
It's gangsta nigga
It's too gangsta nigga
on it
Eastside California, spinnin like a 'tona
Banging on the corner, like a sauna
It be best to back up off a boy and put this up on ya
(Yeah)
'cause you know it`s gon` be drama
But you take care of yo` kids
You done the damn thang (do the damn thang)
When you go back to the hood, knowhamsayin?
And them same damn people turned fake (same damn people turned)
I admit it was so hard to focus (focus)
I didn't go to classes
I admit that I dropped out
Occasionally I go dippin in the lo-lo
I know it's a trip and niggas can't understand it
How a nigga rollin when I used to be stranded
Damn it feels good to be
shit, I make the rules that I live by
In and out the house, late at night, and plus I got high
The homies influenced me to be the G of all G's
in my pocket and at least a grand
Gold on my knuckle, my pistol's closed in hand
I'm a Dogg Pound Gangsta from the LBC
Remotely controlled by
the gangsta lean
Mama's bad boy
Diamond in the back, sunroof top
Digging in the scene with the gangsta lean
Mama's bad boy
[Outro]
Mama's bad boy
Its so hard
the gangstas in the street that be doin' they thang, ayy (ayy)
Buy eighteen the hard way (let's get it)
And have a humble nigga thinkin' 'bout gun play
Ya
Damn it this feel so good
Damn it i look so good
Damn it this feel so good
Damn it i look so good
Hood rich shyt nigga wish he could
I jus wish i
we get it hot, fire, flame (flame, flame), fire (fire), flame
Put me on the track and I'ma really let a muthafucka feel it
When I do it, how I do it
(uuunnnggghhh!)
Candy painted cadillacs and triple gold
That's how me and my boys rolled
How could it be?
Somebody took my boy from me
My best
Yeah, all the hoes love me 'cause they know me real good
Been wearin' the same clothes 'bout 8 days
When they cut the 8 ball, when they flipped it 8 way
where dem dollars at, by Gangsta Boo
Plus another southern diva Mia X is coming too
We don't like dem boys who be all up in our face brah
We don't like
on the damn shelf
We don't cry man, gangstas suck it up they damn self
We deal with it and we just talk to our damn self
We cry to our damn self, ayy, ayy
You
won't be a cracker
They use somebody much blacker
What I do? I called up the Geto Boy crew
'Cause my mind's playin' tricks on me, too
Never died,
they air Cass'
My passion grows
Sorry I gotta crash your goals
You a movie star? Well when they see the way
I cook him tonight
It'll be the last time
be?
Somebody took my boy from me
(It's like I can't believe you gone)
My best friend's gone
(Sometimes I feel like I can't go on)
the most
You Damn Right ,If I'ma do it, then I gotta do the most, you Damn Right
Let's go
What's good buddy, same shit, ain't shit changed, my boots muddy
a nut, waitin 'to erupt
No remorse, as we bust, let you feel the dust
Let us do what we gotta do, it's fuckin it up
Let it be known, Daz Dillinger rough
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