Ridin' Slipin' And Slidin'

Ahhhhhwww shit, fuck!

[Dat Nigga Daz]

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 emptyhanded 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 me -- 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, and Style

True soldiers from the Dogg Pound, puttin it down

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

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 (bitch!)

and sold five hundred in cavi barely happy today

Feelin knockin rowdy and my homey had to say

[Kurupt]

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, 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 abord, the cavi train

All you busters, riding round

You don't wanna, see the Pound