ridin', slipin' and slidin'

ahhhhhwww shit

fuck!

it's a brand new day in the hood

it's money to make

and i'm doin bad and it ain't lookin good

it's all about the you know what everywhere that i roll

and never leave emptyhanded without packin my chrome

if it's on it's on

i put down my gangsta hand

show and prove and be gat

put the jack down a chance

see i can put down like this

and you don't know why

niggaz always would try

but soon they all just die

how they come up like i

would put my biz in the street

i'd like to say is that the jack made my life complete

fifty-four thousand the cash he left cheesed and stitched

but it still ain't enough

so what can i plot next?

an armored truck'd be fine

as i come up from behind

grab 7 bags and fled

not wastin no time

coppers tailin my ass

breathin hard on my back

now my biz in the corner as i aband' the 'llac

grab the satchel full of money brother star crib

i throw the money on the table say 'be back in a bit'

i caught the biggest dope sack

i got my hood sewed up

now everybody bought to make the bomb soaked uncut

ridin'

slipin' and slidin'

ran out a door my situation's back where i left

a voice quietly tellin me -- you got to come up on some bread

don't get twisted for shit

see i be mashin on my own mission

never dreamin or wishin the money that i'm missin

i heard some

niggaz doubt clockin rakin in all the dough

and since i'm doin bad i gotta jack for they dough

called my partners in crime

kurupt

nate dogg

and style

true soldiers from the dogg pound

puttin it down

kick the door in with the gauge and fo'-fo'

blast a couple of niggaz as i style with all the dough

five pounds of coke

two pounds of?

now we baggin it up

and smokin all night long

i wanna trip

then i didn't have no chip

and my pockets be short

and i started to trip

to maintain with no problem stopped by my bitch house

she was poppin with them sales i don't play that shit

and sold five hundred in cavi barely happy today

feelin knockin rowdy and my homey had to say

well i got me a plot on the westside on the town

with some mark ass niggaz from the other side

now dogg pound gangstaz true indeed we see

the layout down

as we proceed

two in the front

three in the back

about to make niggaz collapse

cocked back the strap two minutes before the jack

takes place now we face to face and i'm in the mood

for a murder

so i'm all for the do low and you know

the chances

advances stages

gauges and three-eighties

crazy

nigga shady

to my lady

what i'ma do is mine for my loot

with the homies mash on the massion about quarter to two

when we arrive

i be the first nigga to dip

straight to the front door and intention's to straight trip

i gotta make my grip and i made my grip with the quickness

niggaz here to lick and got paid

bitch

ridin'

slipin' and slidin'

i don't trust a bitch

so fuck a bitch

what's the function

what's the game

all abord

the cavi train

all you busters

riding round

you don't wanna

see the pound