I Don't Like To Dream About Getting Paid

Working LA tryin to get paid tha right way
But somehow the right way don't pay
I'm comin home late every night gotta struggle an fight
Wit tha baseheads on tha late night hype
Tryin to creep in tha house through tha cut for what?
So I won't be seen by none of the homies but
Tha homie Nate Dogg spots me and say "Yo what's happenin'
Oh you don't know me no more" and passed me tha satin
I said "Ah naw it ain't like that G
I'm trying to go straight and have a J-O-B"
"You need to quit that faggot ass job" that's what he said
Showed me his grip and took some satin to tha head
Damn that n*gga had at least two G's
And he was clockin it wit so much ease
I told him I was gone so I'm headin in tha house
Everybody knocked out so I'm locked out
I go back to tha front where my homies is hangin at
They offer me a cavi sack so I can start slangin dat
They say you ain't a hustler I say don't doubt it
Hold dat thought and I'll think about it because
I don't like to dream about gettin paid.......
The thought's complete so let me take a seat
Since I was born and raised on tha streets
I quit tha job I had cop myself a sack
Went from a double of fifty into a ceno stack
Within a week but my peak wouldn't reach
I was gettin too known on tha north side of Long Beach
N*ggas got to trippin and I thought I heard it
So I went to tha hood on twentieth and Murder
I came up quick with some homies dat I knew from way way back
And bid my sack
Or maybe it's seven or was it eight hundred strong
In other words Daz had it goin on
I bought myself a bucket that's right a bucket b*tch
Who you f*ckin my car or my d*ck
My lifestyle switched a bit but my attitude didn't
I told all my old b*tches good riddance
Cause when you got money hoes come automatically
And old hoes don't do nothing but cause some static see
I went from khakis to Guess braids to a fade
I'm not Special Ed but I had it made
Livin tha life of a baller care free
Havin b*tches dyin to sleep wit me ya see
But I went bankrupt from all the spending and gamblin
Business was gettin slow and I wasn't handlin
Mine tha way I was supposed to
Now I'm broke and on a jack mission so don't get close to
Tha D-P-G gang cause we scandalous when we broke
We get tha doggs in us and we get ta actin like some
Last night I had a dream
Felt so good it had to be
Me and my homies were gettin paid
Man oh man we had it made
Some homies want to roll wit me
Some homies claim insanity
Well if you want to set trip I will
If you don't want to drop be still
Damn I can't believe this but you can best believe thistoday
I'm on another mission to get paid
Serve what I can serve right So my pockets will stack up
N*gga don't trip n*gga back up I gots to react off the first impulse I find
But my mama thinks I should take my time
And work for mines but how much work would it take
And how much money would I make
Wait theres somethin I gotta think about
But I ain't got that much time
Moms want a n*gga out tha house
I ain't gettin no younger I'm only gettin older
I'm only thinking about what my mama told me
Now I'm a Dogg Pound gangsta for life
And the fact that I'm out to get paid twice
I ain't nuttin nice down to slang or pull a heist
Jack or break muthaf*ckas on the dice
That's real now what should I do
Just chill when it's time to peel caps and adapt to kill
I've concealed tha concealed so I've maintained for tha salary
And my mentally is raw from tha door
I go hard from tha door up against all odds
Always down to squab dogg Pound for life
I survive til 95 day after day makin hits wit D-A-Z
Ta get paid yeah yeah yeah