Ridin', Slipin' And Slidin'

It's a brand new day in the hood

It's money to make and I'm doin' bad and it ain't lookin' good

It's all about the you know what everywhere that I roll

And never leave empty handed without packin' my chrome

If it's on, it's on, I put down my gangsta hand

Show and prove and be gat, put the jack down a chance

See I can put down like this and you don't know why

Niggaz always would try but soon they all just die

How they come up, like I would put my biz in the street

I'd like to say is that the Jack made my life complete

Fifty four thousand, the cash he left cheesed and stitched

But it still ain't enough so what can I plot next?

An armored truck'd be fine, as I come up from behind

Grab 7 bags and fled, not wastin' no time

Coppers tailin' my ass, breathin' hard on my back

Now my biz in the corner as I aband' the 'Llac

Grab the satchel full of money brother Star crib

I throw the money on the table say, "Be back in a bit"

I caught the biggest dope sack, I got my hood sewed up

Now everybody bought to make the bomb soaked uncut

Ridin', slipin' and slidin'

Ran out a door, my situation's back where I left

A voice quietly tellin', "You got to come up on some bread"

Don't get twisted for shit, see, I be mashin' on my own mission

Never dreamin' or wishin' the money that I'm missin'

I heard some, niggaz doubt clockin' rakin' in all the dough

And since I'm doin' bad, I gotta jack for they dough

Called my partners in crime, Kurupt, Nate Dogg, Style

True soldiers from the Dogg Pound, puttin' it down

Kick the door in with the gauge and fo'-fo'

Blast a couple of niggaz as I style with all the dough

Five pounds of Coke, two pounds of Now we baggin' it up and smokin' all night long

I wanna trip then I didn't have no chip

And my pockets be short and I started to trip

To maintain with no problem stopped by my bitch house

She was poppin' with them sales, I don't play that shit

And sold five hundred in Cavi barely happy today

Feelin' knockin' rowdy and my homey had to say

Well, I got me a plot on the Westside on the town

With some mark ass niggaz from the other side

(Yeah, let's put it down)

Now Dogg Pound Gangstaz true indeed we see

The layout down, as we proceed

Two in the front, three in the back, I'm about to make niggaz collapse

Cocked back the strap two minutes before the jack takes place

Now we face to face and I'm in the mood for a murder

So I'm all for the do low and you know the chances advances stages

Gauges and three eighties, crazy, nigga shady to my lady

What I'ma do is mine for my loot

With the homies mash on the massion about quarter to two

When we arrive, I be the first nigga to dip

Straight to the front door and intention's to straight trip

I gotta make my grip and I made my grip with the quickness

Niggaz here to lick and got paid, bitch

Ridin', slipin' and slidin'

I don't trust a bitch so fuck a bitch

What's the function, what's the game?

All aboard, the Cavi train

All you busters riding round

You don't wanna see the Pound