| Lyrics: | (feat. Daz Dillinger, Kurupt (Tha Dogg Pound))
[Daz whispering]
This
nigga to give it all to me with the cut
[door knocking]
[Kurupt]
Get the
door
[Daz Dillinger]
Yo wassup? What you need?
Hmm? Yeah
I'm out
Hop
in the '6-3 Chevy, countin boutin the heat
Scapin thru the streets with my niggas bumpin
hellafied beats
See us, niggas play for keeps, kill the strong and the weak
From the
Eastside of Long Beach, that's 2-1 Street
See we, live and die by the gun and the knife
And
I, high as a kite, corrallin thru the night
Haha, stackin hundreds, we kept the drugs and hoes
comin (Come on)
Young gunnin, tortured, no need to be punished (Yeah)
All we have of the
system is big cabbage
Lifestyles is lavish, livin my life from Dallas
It was a challenge,
livin my life like a savage
To have or to not to have it or nobody can have
it
Un-touch-able, inde-struct-able
Get in my way and we're dustin you
As a kid this the
type of shit that we dreamed of
Money, cars, bitches and drugs
I prevail, the crack sales
then got in jail
Couldn't post bail now my home is livin in a cell
Thirty years with no
parole as I grow old
You won't see me on the streets til I'm 60 years old
[Chorus: Daz
singing]
Why oh why, why oh why, why oh why
[Snoop] It's only for the money
do we
live in dangerous lives?
[Snoop] It's only for the money
It's just the gangsta life we
live
Why oh why, why oh why, why oh why
[Snoop] It's only for the money
do we live in
dangerous lives?
[Snoop] It's only for the money
It's just the gangsta life we
live
[Warren G]- |
