I Don't Like to Dream About Gettin Paid ft. Nate Dogg Lyrics

I Don't Like to Dream About Gettin Paid ft. Nate Dogg - Tha Dogg Pound

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… Workin' at luggage

Tryna get paid the right way

But somehow the right way don't pay

I'm comin home' late every night

Gotta struggle and fight

With the baseheads on the late night hype

Tryin' to creep in the house

Through the cut for what?

So I won't be seen by none of the homies

But the homie Nate Dogg spots me

And say, "Yo what's happenin'

Oh, you don't know me no more

Went and passed me the satin"

I said, "Ah, nah, it ain't like that G

I'm tryin' to go straight and have a J-O-B "

"You need to quit that faggot ass job, " that's what he said

Showed me his grip and took some satin to the head

Damn, that nigga had at least two G's

And he was clockin' it wit' so much ease

I told him I was gone so I'm headin' in the house

Everybody knocked out

So I'm locked out

I go back to the front where my homies is hangin' at

They offer me a cabby sack so I can start slangin' dat

They say, "You ain't a hustler"

I say, "Don't doubt it"

Hold that thought and I'll think about it

… Because

I don't like to dream about gettin' paid

(I've been dreamin' to long, to long, to long)

I don't like to dream about gettin' paid

(I've been dreamin' to long, to long, to-)

I don't like to dream about gettin' paid

(I've been dreamin' to long, to long, to long)

I don't like to dream about gettin' paid

(I've been dreamin' to long)

… The thought's complete so let me take a seat

Since I was born and raised on the streets

I quit the job I had and caught myself a sack

Went from a double of fifties into a c-note stack

Within a week, but my peak wouldn't reach

I was gettin' too known on the north side of Long Beach

Niggas got to trippin' and I thought I heard it

So I went to the hood on Twentieth and Murder

I came up quick with some homies dat I knew from way way back

And bid my sack

Or maybe it was seven or was it eight hundred strong?

In other words Daz had it goin' on

I bought myself a bucket, that's right a bucket bitch

Who you fuck in my car on my dick

My lifestyle switched a bit but my attitude didn't

I told all my old bitches good riddance

'Cause when you got money hoes come automatically

And no hoes don't do nothin' but cause some static see

I went from khakis to Guess, braids to a fade

I'm not Special Ed but I had it made

Livin' the life of a baller care free

Have bitches dyin' to sleep wit me ya see

But I went bankrupt from all the spendin' and gamblin'

Business was gettin' slow and I wasn't handlin'

Mine the way that I was supposed to

Now I'm broke and on a jack mission so don't get close to

The D-P-G gang 'cause we scandalous when we broke

We get the Doggs in us then we get to actin like so

… I don't like to dream about gettin' paid

(I've been dreamin' to long, to long, to long)

I don't like to dream about gettin' paid

(I've been dreamin' to long, to long, to-)

I don't like to dream about gettin' paid

(I've been dreamin' to long, to long, to long)

I don't like to dream about gettin' paid

… Last night I had a dream

Felt so good it had to be

Me and my homies were gettin' paid

Man, oh, man, we had it made

Some homies wanna roll wit' me

Some homies claim insanity

Well if you wanna set trip I will

If you don't wanna drop be still

Damn, I can't believe this

But you can best believe this

Today, I'm on another mission to get paid

Serve what I can serve right (right)

So my pockets will stack up

Nigga don't trip, nigga, back up (hold up)

I gots to react off the first impulse I find

But my mama thinks I should take my time and work for mines

But how much work would it take?

And how much money would I make? Wait

There's somethin' that I gotta think about

But I ain't got that much time

Moms want a nigga out the house

I ain't gettin' no younger, I'm only gettin' older

I'm only thinkin' 'bout what my mama told me

Now I'm a Dogg Pound gangsta for life

And the fact that I'm out to get paid twice

I ain't nothin' nice

Down to slang or pull a heist

Jack or break motherfuckas on the dice, that's real

Now what should I do just chill

When it's time to peel caps and adapt to kill?

Unconcealed, unconcealed

So I've maintained for the salary

And my mentally is raw from the door

I go hard from the door

Up against all odds

Always down to squab Dogg, Pound for life

I survive 'til '95

Day after day makin' hits wit D-A-Z to get paid, yeah-yeah-yeah

… I don't like to dream about gettin' paid

(I've been dreamin' to long, to long, to long)

I don't like to dream about gettin' paid

(I've been dreamin' to long, to long, to-)

I don't like to dream about gettin' paid

(I've been dreamin' to long, to long, to long)

I don't like to dream about gettin' paid

(I've been dreamin' to long, to long, to long)

I don't like to dream about gettin' paid

(I've been dreamin' to long, to long, to long)

I don't like to dream about gettin' paid

(I've been dreamin' to long, to long, to-)

I don't like to dream about gettin' paid

(I've been dreamin' to long, to long, to long)

I don't like to dream about gettin' paid