Yeah
Gangsta
[Verse 1:]
Tell me all my children fore I come through is the hood in the buildin'(yes)
You won't believe what I'm dealing this west coast s***, oh what a feelin' (ahhhh)
n***** think I'm drug dealin' cause I rolled out with no m****f***in' sealing (none)
Is he worth a hundred million no need to ask Ice Cube how I'm livin' (I'm living loc)
I still got the recipe, South Central LA is the pedigree
Don't try to tell me what it better be, I have your a** up in physical therapy
I outlaw like a Cherokee, the industry tried to bury me
But if I die on a mike of a leraby I'm so heavy u b****** couldn't carry me
[Chorus:]
Get money spend money no money, lookin' like a dummy (I really don't give a f***)
Your money ain't my f****** money got a pocket full of money (c'mon homie throw it up)
Get money spend money no money, lookin' like a dummy (I really don't give a f***)
Your money ain't my f****** money got a pocket full of money (c'mon homie throw it up)
[Verse 2:]
I don't accept no disrespect only thing I expect is self check
Just grin and bare it, got an a** whooping that your a** don't wanna inherit
Most rappers are parrots, they say what they told to say to get a neck fool of carrots
Got your momma embarrassed, how long before they callin' us terrorists n****-I'm serious (I)
Keep it gangsta but I keeps a job cause it's, hard to sleep when u steal and rob (and ya)
Got to run cause here comes the blob cause, Uncle Sam is like part of the Mobb
Break your self he'll take your wealth don't get it twisted u a m****f***in' elf
And Santa Clause will go for self all u got is your b**** and your health
[Chorus:]
Get money spend money no money, lookin' like a dummy (I really don't give a f***)
Your money ain't my f****** money got a pocket full of money (c'mon homie throw it up)
Get money spend money no money, lookin' like a dummy (I really don't give a f***)
Your money ain't my f****** money got a pocket full of money (c'mon homie throw it up)
[Verse 3:]
n***** brag about what they got, but we don't own a skyscraper, now that's paypa
One generation from slums, happy for these little crumb... you little b**s
We saw u pull up but n**** shut up (Shut up), you always talk about a f*****' car or truck
You always talkin' bout some f*****' rims on terrior, that kinda s*** will keep an a** inferior
I'm tryina eat tomorro, not tryina hear bout the little bitty s*** u ball
Saw your little bitty house on cribs, where u f*** your wife and feed your kids (uhuhh)
n**** be quiet ain't s*** private, everything for sail u can buy it
All this self snitchin', all this self tellin' m****f****s going back to the watermelon
[Chorus:]
Get money spend money no money, lookin' like a dummy (I really don't give a f***)
Your money ain't my f****** money got a pocket full of money (c'mon homie throw it up)
Get money spend money no money, lookin' like a dummy (I really don't give a f***)
Your money ain't my f****** money got a pocket full of money (c'mon homie throw it up)
Get money spend money no money, lookin' like a dummy (I really don't give a f***)
Your money ain't my f****** money got a pocket full of money (c'mon homie throw it up)
Get money spend money no money, lookin' like a dummy (I really don't give a f***)
Your money ain't my f****** money got a pocket full of money (c'mon homie throw it up)
Get money spend money no money, lookin' like a dummy (I really don't give a f***)
Your money ain't my f****** money got a pocket full of money (c'mon homie throw it up)
Get money spend money no money, lookin' like a dummy (I really don't give a f***)
Your money ain't my f****** money got a pocket full of money (c'mon homie throw it up)
Gangsta
[Verse 1:]
Tell me all my children fore I come through is the hood in the buildin'(yes)
You won't believe what I'm dealing this west coast s***, oh what a feelin' (ahhhh)
n***** think I'm drug dealin' cause I rolled out with no m****f***in' sealing (none)
Is he worth a hundred million no need to ask Ice Cube how I'm livin' (I'm living loc)
I still got the recipe, South Central LA is the pedigree
Don't try to tell me what it better be, I have your a** up in physical therapy
I outlaw like a Cherokee, the industry tried to bury me
But if I die on a mike of a leraby I'm so heavy u b****** couldn't carry me
[Chorus:]
Get money spend money no money, lookin' like a dummy (I really don't give a f***)
Your money ain't my f****** money got a pocket full of money (c'mon homie throw it up)
Get money spend money no money, lookin' like a dummy (I really don't give a f***)
Your money ain't my f****** money got a pocket full of money (c'mon homie throw it up)
[Verse 2:]
I don't accept no disrespect only thing I expect is self check
Just grin and bare it, got an a** whooping that your a** don't wanna inherit
Most rappers are parrots, they say what they told to say to get a neck fool of carrots
Got your momma embarrassed, how long before they callin' us terrorists n****-I'm serious (I)
Keep it gangsta but I keeps a job cause it's, hard to sleep when u steal and rob (and ya)
Got to run cause here comes the blob cause, Uncle Sam is like part of the Mobb
Break your self he'll take your wealth don't get it twisted u a m****f***in' elf
And Santa Clause will go for self all u got is your b**** and your health
[Chorus:]
Get money spend money no money, lookin' like a dummy (I really don't give a f***)
Your money ain't my f****** money got a pocket full of money (c'mon homie throw it up)
Get money spend money no money, lookin' like a dummy (I really don't give a f***)
Your money ain't my f****** money got a pocket full of money (c'mon homie throw it up)
[Verse 3:]
n***** brag about what they got, but we don't own a skyscraper, now that's paypa
One generation from slums, happy for these little crumb... you little b**s
We saw u pull up but n**** shut up (Shut up), you always talk about a f*****' car or truck
You always talkin' bout some f*****' rims on terrior, that kinda s*** will keep an a** inferior
I'm tryina eat tomorro, not tryina hear bout the little bitty s*** u ball
Saw your little bitty house on cribs, where u f*** your wife and feed your kids (uhuhh)
n**** be quiet ain't s*** private, everything for sail u can buy it
All this self snitchin', all this self tellin' m****f****s going back to the watermelon
[Chorus:]
Get money spend money no money, lookin' like a dummy (I really don't give a f***)
Your money ain't my f****** money got a pocket full of money (c'mon homie throw it up)
Get money spend money no money, lookin' like a dummy (I really don't give a f***)
Your money ain't my f****** money got a pocket full of money (c'mon homie throw it up)
Get money spend money no money, lookin' like a dummy (I really don't give a f***)
Your money ain't my f****** money got a pocket full of money (c'mon homie throw it up)
Get money spend money no money, lookin' like a dummy (I really don't give a f***)
Your money ain't my f****** money got a pocket full of money (c'mon homie throw it up)
Get money spend money no money, lookin' like a dummy (I really don't give a f***)
Your money ain't my f****** money got a pocket full of money (c'mon homie throw it up)
Get money spend money no money, lookin' like a dummy (I really don't give a f***)
Your money ain't my f****** money got a pocket full of money (c'mon homie throw it up)