| And it don't stop to the beat, baby | |
| Funky Fresh on the microphone | |
| One time for your mind, beeyatch(Beeyatch)$hort | |
| Dogg's in the motherfuckin' house | |
| Doin' what we always do, a stack(Gettin' money) | |
| Gettin' money(Gettin' money) | |
| Tell the Feds we ain't runnin' no coke factory(Fuck a secret indictment, all I do is write shit) | |
| Tell the Feds we ain't runnin' no coke factory(You got the wrong rappers, nigga you better tell 'em) | |
| Tell the Feds we ain't runnin' no coke factory(Tell 'em $hort, tell 'em) | |
| Tell the Feds we ain't runnin' no coke factory(Ooh) | |
| You broke the law and you got caught | |
| Got a good lawyer, case is bein' fought | |
| Life is full of choices, make 'em at the crossroads | |
| If you had five, you already lost four | |
| Straight apprehended, handcuffed and can't stand it | |
| Don't wanna go to jail but you was caught redhanded | |
| A felony, strike number two | |
| Federal Agents like, "What you wanna do?" | |
| Make a choice, so you start to think back$hort | |
| Dogg was a nigga that always rapped | |
| Half my life ago, didn't sell no dope | |
| I sold dope fiend music for your stereo | |
| Sittin' at the crossroads in '84 | |
| I knew hella motherfuckers that was slangin' coke | |
| Use to tell my homeboys, front me a sack | |
| Postin' me at the dopehouse dumpin' the crack | |
| My niggas wouldn't do it, | |
| I love 'em for that' | |
| Cuz now I still rap and get paid to gat | |
| Since '87, that's how the shit comes | |
| We made two hundred thousand in six months | |
| Sellin' tapes not cakes, cheques kept comin' | |
| Fuck buyin' boats, niggas makin' hundreds | |
| Legit, you think | |
| I'm stupid, bitch | |
| I bought a studio so | |
| I can do this shit | |
| Tell the Feds we ain't runnin' no coke factory(You got it twisted, BridgetWhy pressin' charges when I'm depressin' hard and shit) | |
| Tell the Feds we ain't runnin' no coke factory(Run tell 'em, tell 'em $hort, tell 'em) | |
| I used to sell weed in high school, smoked the profit | |
| I never sold company due, | |
| I can't knock it' | |
| Cuz the inner city public school system is fucked | |
| Go to class all day, you ain't gettin' enough | |
| So at 3:15 it's time to put in work | |
| Buy you some dope and go hit the turf | |
| Ain't no scholarship, no rap contract | |
| But a nigga get paid sellin' hop and crack | |
| I got lucky, it's not a get-rich scheme | |
| I've been sellin' rap tapes since | |
| I was 15I told the | |
| Oakland police, too many times | |
| I make a lot of money doin pimp rhymes | |
| I never sell drugs to jeopardize my freedom | |
| You never could make me realize | |
| I need 'em | |
| I went from hundreds, to hundreds to thousands, to millions | |
| I know what police want, | |
| I feel 'em | |
| I'm always ballin' right there in the hype | |
| Instantly, dope dealer stereotype | |
| But shit is serious, | |
| I know I never sold drugs | |
| So why these motherfuckers tryin' ta roll me up? | |
| And smoke me, why? | |
| No one knows | |
| The only thing | |
| I did wrong was fuck all ya hoes | |
| I don't smoke coke blunts and sho' don't sell 'em | |
| Call the F | |
| BI, somebody please tell 'em | |
| Tell the Feds we ain't runnin' no coke factory(All you motherfuckers is lookin' at us rock jewelery and shitThat's all you are) | |
| Tell the Feds we ain't runnin' no coke factory(Somebody better tell 'em we got receipts) | |
| Rap is brand new, not long ago | |
| Made a billion dollars last year 'round the globe | |
| Now all the little kids can't let it go | |
| To the new millennium with a brand new flow | |
| Too $hort baby straight from the | |
| OIf you're like me, you're tryin ta make some doe | |
| Roll to the spot and try ta break a hoe | |
| Pimp her real hard and then take it slow | |
| When I rap to a bitch, | |
| I'm a proI spit this game like never befo' | |
| Grab the microphone and always rock the show | |
| Then I grab me a freak, tell her, "Keep it on the low" | |
| If I take her to my house she won't say no | |
| I burn rubber with the bitch in my fo'-fifty-fo' | |
| California niggas drop the top and roll | |
| Stare up at the mountains, won't see no snow | |
| I go coast to coast smokin' indo | |
| If my bitch actin' up, | |
| I fuck her friend so | |
| Don't investigate me for sellin' dope | |
| If you see me rollin clean through the ghetto | |
| I'm probably on my way to the studio | |
| Probably playin' somethin' loud on the stereo$hort | |
| Dogg, don't forget the funk motto' | |
| Free your mind and your ass will follow' | |
| Tell the Feds we ain't runnin' no coke factory(We're up y'all in this motherfuckin' holdin' tankSor hidin' snitch ass niggas) | |
| Tell the Feds we ain't runnin' no coke factory(Nigga, I was promoted a tour of Kentucky nigga and D.C.) | |
| Pop this shit, be outta state, niggas is hella fake | |
| Moms ain't mess with the motherfuckin' phone | |
| My girl, she's fuckin' up, goddamn | |
| Nigga you better stop all that motherfuckin' snitchin' | |
| Tell them motherfuckers | |
| We ain't runnin' no motherfuckin' coke factory | |
| Tell 'em, tell 'em, tell 'em | |
| You better tell 'em | |
| Let 'em know, tell 'em |
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