B-Real - Money Up On It lyrics

[Verse 1] Whip smoked out, windows cracked Smoke billows out Whoopie in the back Dipping dab, choking b**hes out Limo tints, painted black No jokes, we're about Everything in fact, I made a pact Get it in and out Started in my yard A few trees, nothing major Some years later I be blowing out the f**ing flavor OGs from OGs and more trees Pa**ing through the valley Southern Cali f**ing smell the breeze Wanna see me? Make a call to my office And my nurses make appointments Take a card for your wallet I'mma call away Call on me but don't Try to f** my homie You're Tony, I'm Salsa You f**ing little monkey [Hook] I got the product Who want it, who want it Put your money up on it Put your money up on it You know I'm 'bout it I got it, you want it Put your money up on it Put your money up on it [Verse 2] Sitting on stacks, hundred packs Racks spilling out Ain't no babies on the track Black jack, chipping out Fitted f**ing hat Greenthumb, and it's written out You wonder where I'm at You silly bum, can't get it out I fill out my prescriptions Anytime for my patients My survival in the game It made it hard for you fakers Take a second, breathe it out Don't be reaching for no heaters See my nurses got you locked I'll burn you down and throw the beat on Rat-a-tat-tat Body bags in the trunk Wish you had a body double When the Doctor calls your number I know that my new competition There's a code that we live with Don't be f**ing with another's grind Mind your position Come on [Hook] I got the product Who want it, who want it Put your money up on it Put your money up on it You know I'm 'bout it I got it, you want it Put your money up on it Put your money up on it [Bridge] (I know you want that jet fuel) Put your money up on it (You want that Paris OG) Put your money up on it (You want that f**ing m-dog) Put your money up on it (If you f** with Dr. Greenthumb) Put your money up on it [Verse 3] Living the life many others would dream People would k** to be part of the team Steady we rolling and holding the green Growing you knowing a part of the theme Haters to hate when I show them the way Watching them plotting the paper I chase Only for soldiers committed The hustle for nothing You fronting that b**hes I slay I ball 'til I fall Get it all See the Doctor stunting You could make a call for the loud It ain't nothing See me pushing out Will spin you in the rear view Screaming out my name But the Doctor cannot hear you