Daz Dillinger - I Don't Like to Dream About Gettin Paid lyrics

[Produced by Daz Dillinger] [Verse One: Dat n***a Daz] Working LA Tryin to get paid tha right way But somehow the right way don't pay I'm comin home late every night Gotta struggle an fight Wit tha baseheads on tha late night hype Tryin to creep in tha house Through tha cut, for what? So I won't be seen by none of the homies, but Tha homie Nate Dogg spots me and say "Yo, what's happenin'? Oh, you don't know me no more", and pa**ed me tha satin I said "Ah naw, it ain't like that, G I'm trying to go straight and have a J-O-B" "You need to quit that f*ggot a** job", that's what he said Showed me his grip and took some satin to tha head Damn that n***a 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 tha house Everybody knocked out So I'm locked out I go back to tha front Where my homies is hangin at They offer me a cavi sack So I can start slangin dat They say you ain't a hustler I say don't doubt it Hold dat thought And I'll think about it Because [Chorus: Nate Dogg] [I've been dreamin to long, to long, to long] I don't like to dream about gettin paid [Verse Two: Dat n***a Daz] The thought's complete so let me take a seat Since I was born and raised on tha streets I quit tha job I had Cop myself a sack Went from a double of fifty into a ceno stack Within a week but my peak wouldn't reach I was gettin too known on tha north side of Long Beach n***as got to trippin and I thought I heard it So I went to tha 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's 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 b**h Who you f**in my car or my dick My lifestyle switched a bit But my attitude didn't I told all my old b**hes good riddance Cause when you got money hoes come automatically And old hoes don't do nothing 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 tha life of a baller care free Havin b**hes dyin to sleep wit me ya see But I went bankrupt from all the spending and gamblin Business was gettin slow, and I wasn't handlin Mine tha way I was supposed to Now I'm broke and on a jack mission, so don't get close to Tha D-P-G gang cause we scandalous when we broke We get tha doggs in us and we get ta actin like some Chorus [Verse Three: Nate Dogg] 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 want to roll wit me Some homies claim insanity Well if you want to set trip I will If you don't want to drop be still [Verse Four: Kurupt] 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 n***a don't trip n***a 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 Theres somethin I gotta think about But I ain't got that much time Moms want a n***a out tha house I ain't gettin no younger I'm only gettin older I'm only Thinking about 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 nuttin nice Down to slang or pull a heist Jack or break mutha f**as on the dice That's real Now what should I do Just chill when it's time to peel caps and adapt to k** I've concealed tha concealed So I've maintained for tha salary And my mentally is raw from tha door I go hard from tha 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 Ta get paid yeah yeah yeah Chorus