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 nigga 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
 Niggas 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 bitch
 Who you fuckin my car or my dick
 My lifestyle switched a bit
 But my attitude didn't
 I told all my old bitches 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 bitches 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 this
 Today
 I'm on another mission to get paid
 Serve what I can serve right So my pockets will stack up
 Nigga don't trip
 Nigga 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 nigga 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 mutha fuckas 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