Ahhhhhwww shit, 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 th