I Dont Like To Dream About Gettin Paid Lyrics by Tha Dogg Pound

I Dont Like To Dream About Gettin Paid Lyrics

    Verse one: dat nigga daz

    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
    No you don't know me no more
    When ya pass 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 cabby 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

    Chorus: nate dogg

    [i've been dreamin to long, to long, to long]
    I don't like to dream about gettin paid

    Verse two: dat nigga daz

    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
    Caught 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 fuck in my car on my dick
    My lifeself switched a bit
    But my attitude didn't
    I told all my old bitches good riddance
    Cos when you got money hoes come automatically
    And no 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 in us
    We get ta actin like some

    Chorus

    Verse three: nate dogg, kurrupt

    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 [right]
    So my pockets will stack up
    Nigga don't trip
    Nigga back up [hold 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

    Chorus

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