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Funny how time flies |
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Funny how one thing leads to another |
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Funny how mothers cry |
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Funny how we live at night and in the gutter |
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Funny how cash rules everything around me |
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Funny how people never seem to change |
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Funny how my closest friends is my rebuttal |
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Seems like it all can change and I can get paid |
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Whoa! |
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[Chorus - Nate Dogg] |
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Nigga gotta find a way |
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Find a way to make some money |
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Nigga gotta find a way |
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Find a way to make some cash |
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Got to find a way |
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Nigga gotta find a way |
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Find a way to make some money |
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Nigga gotta find a way |
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Find a way to make some cash |
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Got to find a way |
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[Warren G] |
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I was giving this a lot of thought |
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Should I trip? Should I not? Should I set this off? |
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A whole lotta pressure is on my shoulders |
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My soul is with all my niggaz I roll with; so know this |
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Cut the bullshit, take it back to the music |
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use it right, don't matter what you do with it |
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I'm here to represent the real |
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I still stayed G'ed up unless must I will |
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I stayed up all night, I argue and fight by myself; this can't be right |
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Hmm cuz if the lights were the sound of the siren |
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I'd make you niggaz get a deal and act wild |
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I'm for real and I can see through these suckers that dick riding mother****ers |
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Yeah, that's me bustin' cuz I'm a huslter for the chips |
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And I'm trippin 'cuz I'm sick of this shit |
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Listen |
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[Snoop Dogg] |
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It wasn't about money up front |
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All a nigga wanted was a big gold chain and a blunt |
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Why? What do you mean? |
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Living my Auntie Mary and I ain't having a damn thang |
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I can't get a job; I might as well steal and rob |
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Man, life is so hard |
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Hanging in my homie garage while other niggaz |
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doing killing for a living in the city of stars |
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I got a lick but I ain't got caught |
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Nigga slippin' leaving a sack by the bar |
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And I seen where he set it, thought he had hid it |
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Nope, and I'm about to go get it |
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Come up, I gotta stay run up |
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Left eye open while I'm sleep with the gun up |
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Please don't run up about that money I'm funny |
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My nigga you'll get done up |
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[Chorus] |
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