[Intro] Some believe in love and some believe in friends But niggas like me believe in making ends 'Cause even when your bitch wants to trick around You know that money's got you safe and sound
[Verse 1] Now I'm bout to take it back to '84, when I was 14 Kickin' back in the Trees, Westside if you please And 436 West Spruce was the spot With me Wayne, Mike, Shot, Nookie, Slug, and Rock Donzelle, if you with me, just let that shit kick If your head ain't spinning from dippin' all them sticks 'Cause way back in the day they used love a wet baggie Screaming "Órale ese" with them laces on that Caddy And you couldn't deny a hit from that Buddah Thai Going 'round and 'round the driveway, now it's coming my way And I'm zoned out, at a young age And the whole Spruce Street was my stage Peep, now back then I was in the 8th grade steady But niggas my age was getting paid already Yeah, like that nigga Zap, or even young Blue They made they first million by the age of 22 Like Dan from Cedar block, him and little Motor James from Piru Street with them boulders Rest in peace little Noopy, he didn't have to brag Rollin to the 10th grade in a fin-O rag Well Goddamn, how can I be down? I asked my sister Jack for some help and she told me look around Nigga, they don't sell dope, it sells itself While they kickback and just collect the wealth And now I'm thinking... Ain't nothing fly about these dirty ass khakis T-shirt dingy, Pro Wings tacky This could be a way for me to flip that little funky twenty dollars that I earned Right then is when I learned that...
[Chorus] Some believe in Jesus, some believe in Allah But niggas like me believe in making dollars 'Cause even when your niggas wanna be untrue You know that money's still good to you Some believe in love and some believe in friends But niggas like me believe in making ends 'Cause even when your bitch wants to trick around You know that money's got you safe and sound
[Verse 2] Peep, I gets a dub on the 1st and 15th for a fact So instead of spending it up I gave my money to Jack Now she jump in the rig and said 'I'll be right back' When she came in she put me down with a plastic sack I turned my 40 into 80 and that was my profit I'm keepin' my rocks in the house and not in my pocket Sister Jackie's in the kitchen with some boiling water, baking soda, fresh powder, baby bottles, making more boulders Checking a fat grip slanging rocks to tricks Donzelly dippin' sticks, went and bought him a 6 And 500 block Peach running thangs ya see Moving gallon after gallon and ki after ki I'm telling you I done seen it all From niggas hitting the sherm and then they pass out on the wall From cluckers wanting a hit so bad they let their panties fall Teeth rotten, hair gone, and whole checks get blown But yet I'm still breaking these pebbles like bam bam Safety pin splitting rocks to the, um, tic toc I went from wearing khakis to Sergio Tacchini While my rocks are disappearing like the great Houdini I bought a gang of clothes, all of my equipment And getting something new with each and every shipment Money gets made and money gets spent And how these jealous niggas acting only makes it evident that...
[Chorus] Some believe in Jesus, some believe in Allah But niggas like me believe in making dollars 'Cause even when your niggas wanna be untrue You know that money's still good to you Some believe in love and some believe in friends But niggas like me believe in making ends 'Cause even when your bitch wants to trick around You know that money's got you safe and sound
[Verse 3] Check it, now in 1988 I moved away to L.A My niggas Playa Hamm and Gina gave me a place to stay On my way up from bottom rock Bitches starting to jock 'Cause my hair is getting longer And game's getting stronger To pull my own weight, I went and got me a job But by then, Hamm and Gina really started to squab About whether I should go or stay She told him 'Either he goes or you go' We both was on our way So he moved and took me with him on 2001 Browning Clowning with players all around me just astounding My nigga Pimpin' Carl got us staring with that hair and Rolling up and down the street in that rag 7 with Darren Shabby Bleu feathered as he swerved In the El Co, P7's park away from the curb Big Jam, L.A Mike, Darryl, Nicky on the bike That nigga Top, Big Shane, and Tweed rolling up the weed And hoes just come and go, in and out Revolving door leaving with some nut in they mouth I'm making a living off of pimpin' so you fools can't trip 'Cause even though I love God, I also love my grip
[Chorus] Some believe in Jesus, some believe in Allah But niggas like me believe in making dollars 'Cause even when your niggas wanna be untrue You know that money's still good to you Some believe in love and some believe in friends But niggas like me believe in making ends 'Cause even when your bitch wants to trick around You know that money's got you safe and sound
[Outro] Ooh, ooh yeah Safe and sound, yeah Safe and sound baby Ooh, ooh, yeah Safe and sound yeah Safe and sound Gotta let you know Gotta let you know Gotta let you know Compton's in the houseTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
