Ridin', Slipin' and Slidin'

Ah shit, fuck

It's a brand new day in the hood

It's money to make and I'm doing bad and it ain't looking good

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

And never leave empty handed without packing my chrome

If it's on, it's on, I put down my gangster 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

**** always would try, but soon they all just die

I didn't come up like, god, but 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 seven bags and fled, not wasting no time

Coppers tailing my ass, breathing 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' (I'm riding high) slipin' and slidin'

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

A voice quietly telling me, you got to come up on some bread

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

Never dreaming or wishing the money that I'm missing

I heard some **** doubt clocking, raking in all the dough

And since I'm doing bad I gotta jack for they door

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

True soldiers from the Dogg Pound, putting it down

Kick the door in with the gauge and fo'-fo' (don't move)

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

Five pounds of coke, two pounds of umph

Now we bagging it up, and smoking all night long

I want to 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 popping with them sales, I don't play that shit (Bitch)

And sold five hundred in cavi barely happy today

Feeling knock her out and my homie had to say

Well I got me a plot on the west side on the town

With some mark ass **** from the other side (Yeah, let's put it down)

Now Dogg Pound Gangsters true indeed we see

The layout down, as we proceed

Two in the front, three in the back, I'm about to make **** 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, **** shady

To I'm 80, what I'm a do is mine for my loot

With the homies mash on the mission about quarter to two

When we arrive, I be the first **** to dip

Straight to the front door and intentions to straight trip

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

**** here to lick and got paid, bitch

Ridin' (I'm riding high) 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 Dogg Pound