Bad Azz, Snoop Dogg, Kurupt - Money 2 Fold lyrics

Yo what's up? (Eh yo what's up Kurupt?)
A nigga been so low that I can't come up
Dippin' down the 101 blazin' smoke
A trunk full of beat and a jar of the doe

Kurupt, Snoop, c'mon let's do the damn thang
Show all the lil' homies how
The Dogg Pound bang

Mash fast, the upper class
Went from low life to a brotha with cash

Spent all of my time and like half my cash
Went from smokin' dimes to smokin' mafia bags
Went from sometimes to smokin'
All in the bath and Lord knows
I might host the Weed Award Show

I'm lookin' for the 105 gettin' off the 405
Mackin' with this bad bitch
She live in Riverside
I met her at the club with my nigga Gotti
5' foot 3, thick with a lot of body

That's what I love 'bout the homies
(What's that?)
It's just like a nigga gettin' trained
The homie spittin' game
(Nigga) This shit makes no sense
I'm tryin' to make a dollar out of 15 cents

And money and funny niggas don't mix at all
And Cali's the perfect weather to
Get your chips and ball
So you can touch it while you're here
You could die without it i'd rather have it
Since it really don't matter

The world spins around once more
They thought that the West Coast left
But we still gon' flow, uh mo' Money 2 Fold
Nigga ice cold mo' Money 2 Fold

A G is a G which we all know
A bitch is a bitch as a ho's a ho
Disrespect his cousin I'mma bank ya (bank ya)
Damn it feels good to be a gangsta

What's three gangstas in a Cadillac?
With TV's, CD's, some weed and three weeks
Chucks and french braids
Blunts and gold chains
Hats and white T's and fat gats like po-lice

When we on the East Coast
We get nothin' but love all off in the club
DJ holla'd out who we was
I looked around and seen some
MC's and grabbed the mic
And then I light they ass up
To keep the party on high

Hit me on the Motorola, holla at the homie
(What's up Kurupt?) - Sippin' on a Corona
I'm 'bout to dip through
Blaze up a quarta - ounce
Bounce with the homies and
Make the toy bounce

I like my Hennessy with Coke
I like my weed chronic smoke
I like my - Gin straight
My Benjamin's big faced
My women give big face
My niggas get big laced
Big homes and big Bentley Coupe's on chromes

We rollin' through the Wild Wild West
No respect to the click, it keeps us on deck
Most niggas probably wanna bust us
Or even dust us
The thing is we doin' the right thing
So you niggas can't touch us

The world spins around once more
They thought that the West Coast left
But we still gon' flow, uh mo' Money 2 Fold
Nigga ice cold mo' Money 2 Fold

I been on one - fuck a little bit
Give me a lot
I want a state, not an acre, not a block
I want a skyscraper
Not no apartment buildin'
And I want billions in case
I got part with millions

They wonder why they ain't reached the top
That's cause they don't deserve to
Now shut the fuck up 'fore I
Get my girl to serve you
(Nigga) Playin' no games
So I check a nigga, I ain't sayin' no names

How I movin'?
Who I move with? - that's what they wonder
But they just can't seem, to slide up on it
Nigga that don't work his shit
Up off a corner
I work a bitch from Pomona to Tacoma
Nigga ya wanna?

Dippin' down the block - where
All the homies at fleetwoods and 'Llacs
All the homies strapped
Nigga I rise for the hood homeboy
"What up dogg?" - Nah
It ain't all good homeboy

Like we said before - your face to the floor
We holdin' up your motherfuckin' candy store
And don't nobody get up 'til we hit the door
(I said lay down, don't look at us)

Dogg Pound Gangstas in grey and blue

Took over the world just by stayin' true
You can bang to the boogie
And hang out all late
But get some money to fold
Because the game don't wait

The world spins around once more
They thought that the West Coast left
But we still gon' flow, uh mo' Money 2 Fold
Nigga ice cold mo' Money 2 Fold