I Dont Like To Dream About Getting Paid

Working LA tryin to get paid tha right way
But somehow the right way dont pay
Im 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 wont be seen by none of the homies but
Tha homie Nate Dogg spots me and say 'Yo whats happenin
Oh you dont know me no more' and passed me tha satin
I said 'Ah naw it aint like that G
Im trying to go straight and have a J-O-B'
'You need to quit that faggot ass job' thats what he said
Showed me his grip and took some satin to tha head
Damn that n*gga had at least two Gs
And he was clockin it wit so much ease
I told him I was gone so Im headin in tha house
Everybody knocked out so Im 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 aint a hustler I say dont doubt it
Hold dat thought and Ill think about it because
I dont like to dream about gettin paid.......
The thoughts 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 wouldnt 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
Andbid my sack
Or maybe its seven or was it eight hundred strong
In other words Daz had it goin on
I bought myself a bucket thats right a bucket b*tch
Who you f*ckin my car or my d*ck
My lifestyle switched a bit but my attitude didnt
I told all my old b*tches good riddance
Cause when you got money hoes come automatically
And old hoes dont do nothing but cause some static see
I went from khakis to Guess braids to a fade
Im 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 wasnt handlin
Mine tha way I was supposed to
Now Im broke and on a jack mission so dont 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 dont want to drop be still
Damn I cant believe this but you can best believe thistoday
Im on another mission to get paid
Serve what I can serve right So my pockets will stack up
N*gga dont 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 theressomethin I gotta think about
But I aint got that much time
Moms want a n*gga out tha house
I aint gettin no younger Im only gettin older
Im only thinking about what my mama told me
Now Im a Dogg Pound gangsta for life
And the fact that Im out to get paid twice
I aint nuttin nice down to slang or pull a heist
Jack or break muthaf*ckas on the dice
Thats real now what should I do
Just chill when its time to peel caps and adapt to kill
Ive concealed tha concealed so Ive 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