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Ahhhhhshit, fuck! 
[Dat Nigga Daz] 
It's a brand new day in the hood 
It's money to make, and I'm doin bad and it ain't lookin good 
It's all about the you know what everywhere that I roll 
And never leave emptyhanded without packin my chrome 
If it's on it's on, I put down my gangsta hand 
Show and prove and be gat, put the jack down a chance 
See I can put down like this, and you don't know why 
Niggaz always would try, but soon they all just die 
How they come up like I, would put my biz in the street 
I'd like to say is that the jack made my life complete 
Fifty-four thousand the cash he left cheesed and stitched 
But it still ain't enough, so what can I plot next? 
An armored truck'd be fine, as I come up from behind 
Grab 7 bags and fled, not wastin no time 
Coppers tailin my ass, breathin hard on my back 
Now my biz in the corner as I aband' the 'Llac 
Grab the satchel full of money brother Star crib 
I throw the money on the table say 'be back in a bit' 
I caught the biggest dope sack, I got my hood sewed up 
Now everybody bought to make the bomb soaked uncut 
Ridin', slipin' and slidin' 
Ran out a door my situation's back where I left 
A voice quietly tellin me -- you got to come up on some bread 
Don't get twisted for shit, see I be mashin on my own mission 
Never dreamin or wishin the money that I'm missin 
I heard some, niggaz doubt clockin rakin in all the dough 
And since I'm doin bad I gotta jack for they dough 
Called my partners in crime, Kurupt, Nate Dogg, and Style 
True soldiers from the Dogg Pound, puttin it down 
Kick the door in with the gauge and fo'-fo' (don't move) 
Blast a couple of niggaz as I style with all the dough 
Five pounds of coke, two pounds of ? 
Now we baggin it up, and smokin all night long 
I wanna trip, then I didn't have no chip 
And my pockets be short, and I started to trip 
To maintain with no problem stopped by my bitch house 
She was poppin with them sales I don't play that shit (bitch!) 
and sold five hundred in cavi barely happy today 
Feelin knockin rowdy and my homey had to say 
[Kurupt] 
Well I got me a plot on the Westside on the town 
With some mark ass niggaz from the other side (yeah let's put it down) 
Now Dogg Pound Gangstaz true indeed we see 
the layout down, as we proceed 
Two in the front, three in the back, about to make niggaz collapse 
Cocked back the strap two minutes before the jack 
takes place now we face to face and I'm in the mood 
for a murder, so I'm all for the do low and you know 
The chances, advances stages 
Gauges and three-eighties, crazy, nigga shady 
To my lady, what I'ma do is mine for my loot 
with the homies mash on the massion about quarter to two 
When we arrive, I be the first nigga to dip 
Straight to the front door and intention's to straight trip 
I gotta make my grip and I made my grip with the quickness 
niggaz here to lick and got paid, bitch 
Ridin', slipin' and slidin' 
I don't trust a bitch, so fuck a bitch 
What's the function, what's the game 
All abord, the cavi train 
All you busters, riding round 
You don't wanna, see the Pound

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