Oooohh



Uh



It's the same ol' shit in the same ass place

my studio smells like ten ash trays

my nigga still gettin' too fucked up

And I'm still smokin' too much blunts

Haters always gon' run they mouth

And keep tryin' to take me out

Mama always gonna worry herself

And me I can't forget the pain I felt

Even though I drive a new 6 double 0

They be thinkin' like "What is Los frontin' for?"

I bought a club and they filled up with envy

Now every body pissed cuz they can't get in free

New enemies still poppin' up

Throw away gats still chop 'em up

I walk in and the whole club stands still

More money more problems that's real



This is what an ol' G told me

filthy rich and dyin' lonely

"Fuck a benz and fuck a rolly, life is what you make it, homie."



This is what an ol' G told me

filthy rich and dyin' lonely

"Fuck a benz and fuck a rolly, life is what you make it, homie."



My little baby-girl just turned 6

I gave her the biggest room in my crib

she gets what she wants so does her mama

I don't think they know the value of a dollar

fine-ass bitches all in my limosine

I just wish I was jumpin' on my trampoline

But my babies I miss my children

To me that's worth more than trillions and trillions

She calls me "Fat-boy" says I'm "loco"

And she doesn't understand when I gotta go

Hope she doesn't think I don't wanna be wit her

Hope she knows that it hurts not to be wit her

Hope she knows that wit her I'm the happiest

I can't make it to her piano practices

When I was young my ol' man left us

And I pray dat she won't be like I was



This is what an ol' G told me

filthy