Verse One: Dat Nigga Daz
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Working LA
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tryin to get paid tha right way
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but somehow the right way don't pay
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I'm comin home late every night
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gotta struggle an fight
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wit tha baseheads on tha late night hype
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tryin to creep in tha house
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through tha cut
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for what
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so I won't be seen by none of the homies
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but tha homie Nate Dogg spots me
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and say Yo what's happenin
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No you don't know me no more
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when ya pass me tha satin
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I said ah naw it ain't like that G
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I'm trying to go straight
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and have a J-O-B
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you need to quit that faggot ass job
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that's what he said
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showed me his grip and took some satin to tha head
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Damn that nigga had at least two G's
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and he was clockin it wit so much ease
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I told him I was gone so I'm headin in tha house
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everybody knocked out
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so I'm locked out
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I go back to tha front
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where my homies is hangin at
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they offer me a cabby sack
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so I can start slangin dat
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they say you ain't a hustler
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I say don't doubt it
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Hold dat thought
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and I'll think about it
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because
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Chorus: Nate Dogg
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[I've been dreamin to long, to long, to long]
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I don't like to dream about gettin paid
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Verse Two: Dat Nigga Daz
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The thought's complete so let me take a seat
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since I was born and raised on tha streets
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I quit tha job I had
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caught myself a sack
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went from a double of fifty into a ceno stack
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within a week but my peak wouldn't reach
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I was gettin too known on tha north side of Long Beach
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Niggas got to trippin and I thought I heard it
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so I went to tha hood
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on Twentieth and Murder
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I came up quick with some homies dat I knew from way way back
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and bid my sack
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or maybe it's seven
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or was it eight hundred strong
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In other words Daz had it goin on
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I bought myself a bucket
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That's right a bucket bitch
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who you fuck in my car on my dick
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My lifeself switched a bit
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but my attitude didn't
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I told all my old bitches good riddance
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cos when you got money hoes come automatically
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and no hoes don't do nothing but cause some static see
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I went from khakis to guess braids to a fade
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I'm not Special Ed but I had it made
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livin tha life of a baller care free
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havin bitches dyin to sleep wit me ya see
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But I went bankrupt from all the spending and gamblin
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business was gettin slow
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and I wasn't handlin
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mine tha way I was supposed to
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Now I'm broke and on a jack mission
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so don't get close to
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tha D-P-G gang cause we scandalous when we broke
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We get tha doggs in in us
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we get ta actin like some
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Chorus
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Verse Three: Nate Dogg, Kurrupt
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Last night I had a dream
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felt so good it had to be
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me and my homies were gettin paid
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man oh man we had it made
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some homies want to roll wit me
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some homies claim insanity
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well if you want to set trip I will
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if you don't want to drop be still
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Damn
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I can't believe this
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but you can best believe this
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today
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I'm on another mission to get paid
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serve what I can serve right [right]
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so my pockets will stack up
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nigga don't trip
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nigga back up [hold up]
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I gots to react off the first impulse I find
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but my mama thinks I should take my time
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and work for mines
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but how much work would it take
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and how much money would I make
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wait
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theres somethin I gotta think about
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but I ain't got that much time
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moms want a nigga out tha house
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I ain't gettin no younger
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I'm only gettin older
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I'm only
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thinking about what my mama told me
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Now I'm a Dogg Pound gangsta for life
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and the fact that I'm out to get paid twice
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I ain't nuttin nice
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down to slang or pull a heist
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jack or break mutha fuckas on the dice
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That's real
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Now what should I do
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Just chill when it's time to peel caps and adapt to kill
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I've concealed tha concealed
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so I've maintained for tha salary
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and my mentally is raw from tha door
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I go hard from tha door
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up against all odds
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always down to squab
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Dogg Pound for life
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I survive til 95
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day after day makin hits wit D-A-Z
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ta get paid yeah yeah yeah
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Chorus
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I Don't Like to Dream About Gettin Paid
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| Tha Dogg Pound |
