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Credits

PERFORMING ARTISTS
Twinz
Twinz
Performer
Ricky Rouse
Ricky Rouse
Guitar
Tony "T" Green
Tony "T" Green
Bass
Nancy Fletcher
Nancy Fletcher
Background Vocals
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
D. Williams
D. Williams
Composer
W. Griffin
W. Griffin
Composer
David J. Wolinski
David J. Wolinski
Composer
A. Fischer
A. Fischer
Composer
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Warren G
Warren G
Producer
Greg Geitzenauer
Greg Geitzenauer
Mixing Engineer

Lyrics

(Chorus) x2
She's on her way, about to get paid
But never turning Hollywood
He's on his way, about to get paid
But never turning Hollywood
Neb Love-
I used to be that way, but now I'm like this
You betta miss me with that shit or catch a mighty blow to your lip
Chicks
Beware I'm here, hooray for N-E-B, no thats not me
Oh, cuz I'm in the Cherokee, cruisin with Warren G
Goin to pick up Jah Skill and the Twinz
Five Footin till the end of my life, for real
Ya didn't know the sista before she had a record deal
They wanna see you at the top, then they wanna see you drop
Then they wanna call the cops, ring hello?
Wake up, once yo go Hollywood ya ass is like fuck
(ya ass is like fuck)
A young buck Knee-Hi told me that Neb changed
Well if I'm on the wrong track put me in the right place
Wayniac-
I'm just the same muthafucka, who kicked them raps back in the days
This is how it is when the **** gettin paid
You used to treat me different now that you know where I stand
But back up in the days you didn't really give a damn
I had my own thing, me and the homeys from the PAC
We watch each other's back tryin to get our pockets fat
But now its new **** poppin all up in my face
From 88 to 93 I couldn't find a trace
I keeped on shit on data just reviewin all the facts
In my mind I designed how to switch and counteract
Cuz ain't no Holly and me if it is its gettin stuck
I'm strictly for my paper as these groupies ride my nuts
(Chorus) x2
Jah Skills-
What, you can't speak, because I reached my peak
Why don't you, go bout your business let your mind tweak
But see ain't nuthin changed on my behalf still got my mics and
Stashed
**** is Siamese two faced and they switch it fast
Cuz Hollywood can't do nuthin for me but hang me like drapes
Distribute my phat tapes and in my pocket put some papes
Trip Locc-
And ain't nuthin in Hollywood that could make me wanna switch
Could he please, you know what's up with me so Holly these
I'm from the G side, flip flop if you want to
Banned by yo hood and yo city shoulda stayed true
But ya didn't fell victim to the limelight
Never gettin faded cuz the Locc is just too trump tight
Jah Skills-
You must be dazed
Ya goin through some type of phase
Behind my back you jaw jack but in my house you wanna blaze
Wayniac & Jah Skills-
So thanks for smokin the click out and shit
All upon her clit
(and all upon his dick)
It makes me sick, but we don't even trip cuz its the G-Funk
(rail two rules like tree trunks)
Now feel the brew that we funk
(steady on a mission underground that is the sound)
Don't ever get it twisted when the real ones put it down
(Chorus) x5
Written by: A. Fischer, D. Williams, David J. Wolinski, W. Griffin
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