(feat. Daz Dillinger, Kurupt (Tha Dogg Pound))

[Daz whispering]

This nigga to give it all to me with the cut

[door knocking]



[Kurupt]

Get the door



[Daz Dillinger]

Yo wassup? What you need?

Hmm? Yeah

I'm out



Hop in the '6-3 Chevy, countin boutin the heat

Scapin thru the streets with my niggas bumpin hellafied beats

See us, niggas play for keeps, kill the strong and the weak

From the Eastside of Long Beach, that's 2-1 Street

See we, live and die by the gun and the knife

And I, high as a kite, corrallin thru the night

Haha, stackin hundreds, we kept the drugs and hoes comin (Come on)

Young gunnin, tortured, no need to be punished (Yeah)

All we have of the system is big cabbage

Lifestyles is lavish, livin my life from Dallas

It was a challenge, livin my life like a savage

To have or to not to have it or nobody can have it

Un-touch-able, inde-struct-able

Get in my way and we're dustin you

As a kid this the type of shit that we dreamed of

Money, cars, bitches and drugs

I prevail, the crack sales then got in jail

Couldn't post bail now my home is livin in a cell

Thirty years with no parole as I grow old

You won't see me on the streets til I'm 60 years old



[Chorus: Daz singing]



Why oh why, why oh why, why oh why

[Snoop] It's only for the money

do we live in dangerous lives?

[Snoop] It's only for the money

It's just the gangsta life we live

Why oh why, why oh why, why oh why

[Snoop] It's only for the money

do we live in dangerous lives?

[Snoop] It's only for the money

It's just the gangsta life we live



[Warren G]-