Verse one: dat nigga daz



Working la

Tryin to get paid tha right way

But somehow the right way don't pay

I'm comin home late every night

Gotta struggle an fight

Wit tha baseheads on tha late night hype

Tryin to creep in tha house

Through tha cut

For what

So i won't be seen by none of the homies

But tha homie nate dogg spots me

And say yo what's happenin

No you don't know me no more

When ya pass me tha satin

I said ah naw it ain't like that g

I'm trying to go straight

And have a j-o-b

You need to quit that faggot ass job

That's what he said

Showed me his grip and took some satin to tha head

Damn that nigga had at least two g's

And he was clockin it wit so much ease

I told him i was gone so i'm headin in tha house

Everybody knocked out

So i'm locked out

I go back to tha front

Where my homies is hangin at

They offer me a cabby sack

So i can start slangin dat

They say you ain't a hustler

I say don't doubt it

Hold dat thought

And i'll think about it

Because



Chorus: nate dogg



[i've been dreamin to long, to long, to long]

I don't like to dream about gettin paid



Verse two: dat nigga daz



The thought's complete so let me take a seat

Since i was born and raised on tha streets

I quit tha job i had

Caught myself a sack

Went from a double of fifty into a ceno stack

Within a week but my peak wouldn't reach

I was gettin too known on tha north side of long beach

Niggas got to trippin and i thought i heard it

So i went to tha hood

On twentieth and murder

I came up quick with some homies dat i knew from way way back

And bid my sack

Or maybe it's seven

Or was it eight hundred strong

In other words daz had it goin on

I bought myself a bucket

That's right a bucket bitch

Who you fuck in my car on my dick

My lifeself switched a bit

But my attitude didn't

I told all my old bitches good riddance

Cos when you got money hoes come automatically

And no hoes don't do nothing but cause some static see

I went from khakis to guess braids to a fade

I'm not special ed but i had it made

Livin tha life of a baller care free

Havin bitches dyin to sleep wit me ya see

But i went bankrupt from all the spending and gamblin

Business was gettin slow

And i wasn't handlin

Mine tha way i was supposed to

Now i'm broke and on a jack mission

So don't get close to

Tha d-p-g gang cause we scandalous when we broke

We get tha doggs in in us

We get ta actin like some



Chorus



Verse three: nate dogg, kurrupt



Last night i had a dream

Felt so good it had to be

Me and my homies were gettin paid

Man oh man we had it made

Some homies want to roll wit me

Some homies claim insanity

Well if you want to set trip i will

If you don't want to drop be still



Damn

I can't believe this

But you can best believe this

Today

I'm on another mission to get paid

Serve what i can serve right [right]

So my pockets will stack up

Nigga don't trip

Nigga back up [hold up]

I gots to react off the first impulse i find

But my mama thinks i should take my time

And work for mines

But how much work would it take

And how much money would i make

Wait

Theres somethin i gotta think about

But i ain't got that much time

Moms want a nigga out tha house

I ain't gettin no younger

I'm only gettin older

I'm only

Thinking about what my mama told me

Now i'm a dogg pound gangsta for life

And the fact that i'm out to get paid twice

I ain't nuttin nice

Down to slang or pull a heist

Jack or break mutha fuckas on the dice

That's real

Now what should i do

Just chill when it's time to peel caps and adapt to kill

I've concealed tha concealed

So i've maintained for tha salary

And my mentally is raw from tha door

I go hard from tha door

Up against all odds

Always down to squab

Dogg pound for life

I survive til 95

Day after day makin hits wit d-a-z

Ta get paid yeah yeah yeah



Chorus


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