Safe & Sound

'Quick youre not a gangster, were not'
Some believe in love and some believe in friends
But niggas like me believe in making ends
Cause even when your bitch wants to trick around
You know that moneys got you safe and sound
Now Im bout to take it back to 84
When I was 14, kickin back in the trees
Westside if you please
And 436 West Spruce was the spot
With me Wayne, Mike, Shot, Nookie, Slug
And Rock, Donzelly if you with me
Just let that shit kick
If your head aint spinning
From dippin all them sticks
Cause way back in the day
They used love a wet baggie
Screaming 'Orale ese'
With them laces on that Caddy
And you couldnt deny a hit from that Buddah Thai
Going round and round the driveway
Now its coming my way
And Im zoned out, at a young age
And the whole Spruce Street was my stage
Peep, now back then
I was in the 8th grade steady
But niggas my age was getting paid already
Yeah, like that nigga Zap, or even young Blue
They made they first million by the age of 22
Like Dan from Cedar block , him and little Motor
James from Piru Street with them boulders
Rest in peace little Noopy
He didnt have to brag
Rollin to the 10th grade in a fin-O rag
Well Goddamn , how can I be down?
I asked my sister Jack for some help
And she told me look around
Nigga, they dont sell dope, it sells itself
While they kickback and just collect the wealth
And now Im thinking...
Aint nothing fly about these dirty ass khakis
T-shirt dingy, Pro Wings tacky
This could be a way for me to flip that
Little funky twenty dollars that I earned
Right then is when I learned that...
Some believe in Jesus, some believe in Allah
But niggas like me believe in making dollars
Cause even when your niggas wanna be untrue
You know that moneys still good to you
Some believe in love and some believe in friends
But niggas like me believe in making ends
Cause even when your bitch wants to trick around
You know that moneys got you safe and sound
Peep , I gets a dub on the 1st and 15th for a fact
So instead of spending it up
I gave my money to Jack
Now she jump in the rig and said,
Ill be right back , when she came in
She put me down with a plastic sack
I turned my 40 into 80 and that was my profit
Im keepin my rocks in the house
And not in my pocket
Sister Jackies in the kitchen
With some boiling water, baking soda
Fresh powder, baby bottles
Making more boulders
Checking a fat grip slanging rocks to tricks
Donzelly dippin sticks, went and bought him a 6
And 500 block Peach running thangs ya see
Moving gallon after gallon and ki after ki
Im telling you I done seen it all
From niggas hitting the sherm
And then they pass out on the wall
From cluckers wanting a hit so bad
They let their panties fall
Teeth rotten, hair gone
And whole checks get blown, but yet
Im still breaking these pebbles like bam bam
Safety pin splitting rocks to the, um, tic toc
I went from wearing khakis to Sergio Tacchini
While my rocks are disappearing
Like the great Houdini
I bought a gang of clothes, all of my equipment
And getting something new
With each and every shipment
Money gets made and money gets spent
And how these jealous niggas acting
Only makes it evident that...
Some believe in Jesus, some believe in Allah
But niggas like me believe in making dollars
Cause even when your niggas wanna be untrue
You know that moneys still good to you
Some believe in love and some believe in friends
But niggas like me believe in making ends
Cause even when your bitch wants to trick around
You know that moneys got you safe and sound
Check it, now in 1988 I moved away to L.A
My niggas Playa Hamm and Gina
Gave me a place to stay
On my way up from bottom rock
Bitches starting to jock
Cause my hair is getting longer
And games getting stronger
To pull my on weight I went and got me a job
But by then, Hamm and Gina really started to squab
About whether I should go or stay
She told him Either he goes or you go
We both was on our way
So he moved and took me with him
On 2001 Browning, clowning
With players all around me just astounding
My nigga Pimpin Carl got us staring with that hair
And rolling up and down the street
In that rag 7 with Darren
Shabby Bleu feathered as he swerved
In the El Co, P7s park away from the curve
Big Jam, L.A Mike, Darryl, Nicky on the bike
That nigga Top, Big Shane and Tweed
Rolling up the weed
And hoes just come and go, in and out
Revolving door leaving
With some nut in they mouth
Im making a living off of pimpin
So you fools cant trip
Cause even though I love God
I also love my grip
Some believe in Jesus, some believe in Allah
But niggas like me believe in making dollars
Cause even when your niggas wanna be untrue
You know that moneys still good to you
Some believe in love and some believe in friends
But niggas like me believe in making ends
Cause even when your bitch wants to trick around
You know that moneys got you safe and sound
Ooh, ooh yeah
Safe and sound, yeah
Safe and sound baby
Ooh , ooh, yeah
Safe and sound yeah
Safe and sound
Gotta let you know
Gotta let you know
Gotta let you know
Comptons in the house