Текст песни Tha Dogg Pound - I Dont Like to Dream About Gettin Paid
Tha Dogg Pound - I Dont Like to Dream About Gettin Paid слова песни
Verse one: dat nigga dazWorking laTryin to get paid tha right wayBut somehow the right way dont payIm comin home late every nightGotta struggle an fightWit tha baseheads on tha late night hypeTryin to creep in tha houseThrough tha cutFor whatSo I wont be seen by none of the homiesBut tha homie nate dogg spots meAnd say yo whats happeninNo you dont know me no moreWhen ya pass me tha satinI said ah naw it aint like that gIm trying to go straightAnd have a j-o-bYou need to quit that faggot ass jobThats what he saidShowed me his grip and took some satin to tha headDamn that nigga had at least two gsAnd he was clockin it wit so much easeI told him I was gone so Im headin in tha houseEverybody knocked outSo Im locked outI go back to tha frontWhere my homies is hangin atThey offer me a cabby sackSo I can start slangin datThey say you aint a hustlerI say dont doubt itHold dat thoughtAnd Ill think about itBecauseChorus: nate dogg[ive been dreamin to long, to long, to long]I dont like to dream about gettin paidVerse two: dat nigga dazThe thoughts complete so let me take a seatSince I was born and raised on tha streetsI quit tha job I hadCaught myself a sackWent from a double of fifty into a ceno stackWithin a week but my peak wouldnt reachI was gettin too known on tha north side of long beachNiggas got to trippin and I thought I heard itSo I went to tha hoodOn twentieth and murderI came up quick with some homies dat I knew from way way backAnd bid my sackOr maybe its sevenOr was it eight hundred strongIn other words daz had it goin onI bought myself a bucketThats right a bucket bitchWho you fuck in my car on my dickMy lifeself switched a bitBut my attitude didntI told all my old bitches good riddanceCos when you got money hoes come automaticallyAnd no hoes dont do nothing but cause some static seeI went from khakis to guess braids to a fadeIm not special ed but I had it madeLivin tha life of a baller care freeHavin bitches dyin to sleep wit me ya seeBut I went bankrupt from all the spending and gamblinBusiness was gettin slowAnd I wasnt handlinMine tha way I was supposed toNow Im broke and on a jack missionSo dont get close toTha d-p-g gang cause we scandalous when we brokeWe get tha doggs in in usWe get ta actin like someChorusVerse three: nate dogg, kurruptLast night I had a dreamFelt so good it had to beMe and my homies were gettin paidMan oh man we had it madeSome homies want to roll wit meSome homies claim insanityWell if you want to set trip I willIf you dont want to drop be stillDamnI cant believe thisBut you can best believe thisTodayIm on another mission to get paidServe what I can serve right [right]So my pockets will stack upNigga dont tripNigga back up [hold up]I gots to react off the first impulse I findBut my mama thinks I should take my timeAnd work for minesBut how much work would it takeAnd how much money would I makeWaitTheres somethin I gotta think aboutBut I aint got that much timeMoms want a nigga out tha houseI aint gettin no youngerIm only gettin olderIm onlyThinking about what my mama told meNow Im a dogg pound gangsta for lifeAnd the fact that Im out to get paid twiceI aint nuttin niceDown to slang or pull a heistJack or break mutha fuckas on the diceThats realNow what should I doJust chill when its time to peel caps and adapt to killIve concealed tha concealedSo Ive maintained for tha salaryAnd my mentally is raw from tha doorI go hard from tha doorUp against all oddsAlways down to squabDogg pound for lifeI survive til 95Day after day makin hits wit d-a-zTa get paid yeah yeah yeahChorus