[Too $hort]
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You want the money, wanna be a big mack dog?
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You swimmin in women on backlog
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Daydreamin 'bout the dividends
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The lil' homey said "Man I'm 'bout to get it in"
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It's just a sign of the times
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You get a little older now you wanna do crimes
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He went to jail and now he's got big muscles
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He don't think he failed he just picked the wrong hustle
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Came home went straight to the block
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He got a P.O. but he don't care about the cops
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Pocket full of rocks, hella money in his sock
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Rims and paint, he don't wanna ride stock
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Loud and clear, the beat gon' knock
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And a lot of girls walkin down the street gon' stop
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and tell each other how they love you
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You gettin money and they all wanna fuck you
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[Chorus: singer]
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I'm tryin to come up! Ohhhhhhh
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I'm tryin to come up! Got to keep on movin
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Come up! Whoahhhhhh
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I'm tryin to come up! Ohhhhhhh
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[Too $hort]
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The world is violent - so what'cha yellin "peace" for?
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Gotta take another ride in a police car
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They told you don't tell no lies
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Cause the judge gon' set yo' bail so high
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for crack! You never shoulda sold it
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Cause everything you know, you told it
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I thought you was a cocaine cowboy
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You caught a case - and what'chu doin now boy?
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You singin that same old song
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Tellin on your homeboys so you can go home
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And now who's gon' win?
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I don't need enemies, if you my friend
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You just another crab in the barrel
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I'm tryin to see the top, stop grabbin, it's frail
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I know you wanna come up, make a few mill'
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but the homies gon' kill you if you tell
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[Chorus]
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[C.O. - overlaps Chorus]
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C.O. nigga, West Oakland
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B.T.T. nigga
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I got a two year joint suspension, butter on my bitch coochie
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High-tech and my styrofoam, she just popped a half a Louis
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Ridin with my hockey stick; I'm just tryin to camouflage
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Just hit a grower house, it's dryin out in my garage
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P.O. fuckin with me, say I gotta find a job
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Honeymoon comin up - bitch I'm married to the mob!
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I'm just tryin to come up, before a nigga lock me down
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I do life in Salinas for feedin a nigga 50 rounds
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I don't say slow down, before a nigga go down
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Before a nigga starve, I'll FUNK with the whole town
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Tired of cookin coke, I need grown man money
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Some of that business foreign car, own land money
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I be tryin to get dough, but a nigga will skeet quick
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Them hollows gotta get my point across it's so thick
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And me and God, we got a real good agreement
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I won't start no shit but if they try me I'm squeamish
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[Outro: singer]
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I'm just tryin to do right, just tryin to get mine
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Feel like I'm about to lose my mind if I gotta keep on doin crime
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I'm tryin to come up! Cain't do this no more
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I gotta come up! Hooooooooo
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I'm tryin to come up!
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I'm tryin to come up
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Said I'm tryin to come up
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I'm tryin to come up
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Tryin to come up... [fades out]
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Trying To Come Up
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Too Short |