Lyrics:
in my dream
Jimenez when I speak
Uno dos tres quarto cinco the lingo is all I read
As a matter of fact I see gold on my skin
Let's get it
Saddam
told him in jail and I said I'll be back
He said when you back can
You get me from school
Shit like that there turn boy to a goon
On to the graveyard
came ashore
Greeted with nothin' but niceness
Sailin' west in attempt to
Find gold and spices
Dominated by the popes in frenzy for ices
The Catholic
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
Intro:
Yea
Lets get it
Yea o no
Verse 1:
Back to the grind, back to whats mine, I gotta remind
The city is mine, different design, give it some
through the city
Bad little mamacita with me
I’m just tryna get high
All the real niggas feel me
Bitch niggas still tryna kill me
45 By my side cuz outside
when I spit it you love matta fact I'm a Viking
I need a whole village to plumage yea
The nigga is here the city is scared
You got the throne then I
deserve all the crowns
Historian by nature
I know all the facts
I still dey vex when I look at the Maps
Its a new day new age
And we've walked in a trap
say" shit
Unless he say she said she on my dick
It's no coincidence, niggas who fuck wit' me get shot up (brrat, brrat)
I do a Cali' style drive-by
it, I'm a straight rider
But when we get together be Electric Slidin'
Grandma, get 'em shook up
Aw naw, don't open the photo book up
I got an Aunt
for no ghetto messiah
Won't get carried away, I'm not married to Mariah
But I hold a cannon for the nickel and the dimers
You can call me an exalted
doubted I would make it out my mama house
So finally got up off the couch, a nigga had to get away, get away
Find a little space, catch a vibe by myself,
city don't give a damn it's us against these tyrants
Hell we looking for assistance my people just get the sirens
No ice or gold chain
I'm just
a little louder, get carried away
And I thank myself for who I became (mm)
Big dreams, confidence
Tryna make the world make sense
Who to trust and who
on you good, leave your body shaking (Money)
I walk away to get the rag, glad that you could take it (Hahaha)
See that's the problem, man I'm always
stairs"
And there he kept on helping people get well and his heart was pure gold
But anyone with eyes could see that Doc was getting old
Then one day he
admit
That when he took a hit he could never quit
Because he's one slick pusher livin' day by day
When the crazy thing happened along the way
Can't you feel by how I'm linked in?
(Ooh ah ah ah) once I get that twitch
That's how you tell that I been drinkin'
Think I fucked a lot of wives, the
Way
can’t get enough
And they all get alarmed when we summon
Already know that we wake the whole city up
If them boys get behind me then I’m running
You know everything fades away eventually
And sometimes we get broken or we get lost
And I'm sorry
She use to tell me all the stories bout
'm getting stuck
In my city they get down
Watch the way I hold it up
Won't give in, won't give up
I gotta be rich as fuck
Racks tuck, nigga what
Baddest
for a week! ...(unintelligible)... Wot? I know, yeah allright, I
know Rod said "get it done, at any cost". Well there, that's going a bit too far, isn't
you ask me
All gold and I'm flashy
Now nigga dat, now nigga dat,
Now nigga dat, now nigga dats fashion
Now nigga dat, now nigga dat,
Now nigga dat, now
too much for the brain|Now gold diggers who try to get it|I left em backwardds, they thought they farted when they shitted|Cause pubas everything,
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