Fatha Figga

Hustlas, ballers, players Yeah, uh The father figure It don't stop, it don't stop Uh, it don't stop One love, one love I was raised in the inner city by ballers with diamonds Climbin the Benzes, rollin Philles, we younger minors Me, I be the one that's only 12 years old Crankin off the hook from cousin, let me sport his gold And I was told to put it down, and keep it real Like 3X Krazy young player about the scrill In this California lifestyle that I live Them playas is havin money man in plushed out cribs Survivin in the city is a serious task Didn't know the (?) wanted, didn't have time to ask Cuz I'm Bout It Bout It like the TRU One love to real hustlers, straight dollars for two Gangstas, ballers, and hustlers too Baby youngsters wanna be like you You're the father figure of today We need to find a better way We at the afterparty chillin cuz we ain't no punks Some cats is in the back with macks and gold fronts With sacks they post up, you know we be watchin Thinkin they got it crankin, playa we got it poppin Now bitin over dirty work, that ain't cool With cats in drop 'Vettes in mobs and old schools We rob them old fools, won't you amount your scratch Respect them young G's, they the ones that's strapped, ya know Dogg Pound, that's the sound, check around, we hold it down It's the super duper, yes the Snoop-a Comin through, in all gray and blue Kickin the game to the playas from the bay All over the world and out the UK Everybody around they love Snoop D-O double to the G Cuz I'm what they love, you see I'll break em, shake em and I make em and I take em To the whale, leave em in a spell And I got a little story to tell For all my homies that's locked up in jail I kick it to ya give it to ya for real Cuz I know y'all dealin with the reals every day and To get killed ain't nothin to laugh about But some niggas goin out so sideways make me wanna get me a Bulletproof Hoo ride and slide around town in But yet and still, if I get peeled My niggas gon ride forver and that's real Ain't no stoppin we ain't coppin no pleas We spit game for all the real G's Feel up the (?) they love to have it They love to take it to the dome, yeah it's on Meanwhile back in the lab Paper was gettin stacked, hatas was gettin mad Confidential information exchanged up on the regular One dead head, two steps a my competitor Catch em slippin cuz they just been bought Got directions to the house and the keys to the vault Well let me open up this bundle of money, each off a half Pullin capers with cousin Snoop, Kurrupt and young Daz In for the cash Man this gang is thick If one caught up in the track we can all get sick And have em shook The four O crook didn't leave a clue Snoop D-O double G tell em what you gon do (Both) I'll keep doin what I'm gon do With my (nigga J.T.) the Bigga Figga, that's my nigga Representin (Frisco, in case you didn't know) (We blow by like Jerry Rice Come back with styles that are oh so nice) Snoop D-O double to the G from the LBC You gots to have (cash) to make it these days You could make it at least a hundred different (ways) I go the man and I get a (8 track) Make me a beat, (smoke me a sack) Roll up some fat ass uh uh uh Blaze with my homies and it's (on like that y'all) X 3