, an get the money out, I'm on a money route an' all cash I count, a nigga deep in this mutha fuckin' game 187, 211, 1 2 0 2 2's, we doin' dirt, we doin
'z type, we stuntin' just like... Chrous: Just like when bottles get empty we refill the game And keep it pouring, Hey, and keep it pouring They know my name in the street
Theft Catch you in the streets fuck you up and hit your man next Come through off some retarded shit, just grand text Where my dogs at, tellem I crazier
the street Caught 'em wide over Y.O, first felony So I ain't bought a M ching ching What is you tellin' me [Verse 2:] [Noreaga] Yo, yo I got guns, guns
henny on the rocks, and a bottle of bub I dont need security, ?? I came to ball wit ya'll, pop the bar and all So bitches call ya hoes, n niggaz call ya dogs
rappin' the street Caught 'em wide over y.o, first felony So I ain't bought a m ching ching What is you tellin' me Verse 2: [noreaga] Yo, yo I got guns
my finga on the trigga 'cause I'm down for this bangin shit Quick to do it for the cause bitch I smash for my dogs So don't get close to my nine 'cause
yourself You better watch yourself You know you got to be... Yeah Don't you be trippin in em streets, nigga Don't you be trippin in em streets, nigga
of niggas you shouldn't con with Made bons with niggas you shouldn't bond with (Talk 2 Em!) I'm sick world in my palm shit re-peated convict While the dogs
hundred of that brown paper bag money You niggas really wanna talk money? Shit real that's all I could tell 'em Just rap 'em up good so the dogs can't
Im a Playa Ima pimp I'll stick ya up for ya cheedar And all ya chips Gimme da keys I want da Juice Da credit cards, Da dogs and house too Dey
the dogs? Get your cash up Git it You gotta get your straps up Git it You gotta get your stash up Git it You gotta get amped up You wanna run wit the dogs
13 that hit the car went through the passenger door [Chorus: Latoya Williams] Never can say goodbye Never can say goodbye to my friends [x4] [Verse 2
know they don't care what's going on in the ghetto anyway. [Verse 1:] Errday I wake up with a regular mentality, but I'm a target on the street and that
on a money route, and all cash I claim a nigga deep in this muthafuckin game. Chorus- *(E-40 & B-Legit)* 187, 211, 1-2-0-2-2's, We doin' dirt, we doin
back) My bitches strippin in the clubs, let the dollars stack (Let em stack y'all) This one's for all my OG's and street scholar cats (All my street
sidas, psychopathic rydas whitey tites aint tighta we be the cheeba rollers along with crissy guzzlers bitch motherfucker smoke up natural born street