DJ Quik - Safe + Sound lyrics
[DJ Quik - Safe + Sound lyrics]
Some believe in love and
Some believe in friends
But niggaz like me believe in making ends
Cause even when your bitch
Wants to trick around
You know the moneys got you safe and sound
Now i'm bout to take it back to 84
When I was 14 kickin back in the trees
Westside if you please
And 436 west spruce was the spot
With me Wayne, Mike, Shot
Nookie, Slug, and Rock
Donzelly if ya with me than
Let that shit kick
If your head aint spinning from
Dippin all them sticks
Cause way back in the day they
Used love a wet baggie
Screaming "HORALE ESE" with them
Laces on a caddy and you couldn't deny
A hit from that buddah tye
Going round and round the driveway
Now it's coming my way
And i'm zoned out at a young age
And the whole spruce street was my stage
Peep now back then I was
In the 8th grade steady
But niggaz my age was getting paid already
Yeah like that nigga Zam or even young Blue
They made they first million by the age of 22
Like Dan from Cedar block
Him and little Motor
James from Piru street with them boulders
Rest in peace little Noopy he
Did'nt have to brag
Rollin to the 10 grade in a fint 0 rag
Well Goddamn how can I be down?
I ask my sister Jack for some help
And she told me look around
Nigga they don't sell dope it sells it'self
While they kickback and just
Collect the wealth
And now i'm thinking ain't nothing fly
About these dirty ass khakis
T-shirt dingy, prowings tackie
This could be a way to flip that
Little funky twenty dollars that I earned
Right then is when I learned that
Some believe in Jesus some believe in Allah
But niggaz like me believe I'm making dollars
Cause even when yo niggaz wanna be untrue
You know the money's still good to you
Yes Yes
Some believe in love and
Some believe in friends
But niggaz like me believe in making ends
Cause even when yo bitch
Wants to trick around
You know the moneys got you safe and sound
Peep I gets a dub on the
1st and 15th for a fact
So instead of spending it up I
Gave my money to Jack
Now she jump in the regal and
Said i'll be right back
When she came in she put me
Down with a plastic sack
I turned my 40 into 80 and that was my profit
I'm keepin my rocks in the house
And not in my pocket
Sister Jackie in the kitchen with
Some boiling water, baking soda
Fresh powder, baby bottles
Making more boulders
Checking a fat grip slanging rocks to tricks
Donzelly dippin sticks went and bought um a 6
And 500 block peach running thangs ya see
Moving gallon after gallon and key after key
I'm telling you I done seen it all
From niggaz hitting the sherman and
The passout on the wall
From cluckers wanting a hit so bad
They let there panies fall
Teeth rotten hair gone
And whole checks get blown
But then i'm still breaking these
Pebbles like bam bam
Saved them, splitting rocks
To the um tic toc
I went from wearing khakis to Sergio Teccini
While my rocks is disappearing
Like the great Whodini
I bought a gang of clothes
All of my equiptment
And getting somthing new with
Each and every shipment
Money gets made and money gets spent
And how these jealous niggaz acting
Only makes it evident that
Some believe in Jesus some believe in Allah
But niggaz like me believe im making dollars
Cause even when yo niggaz wanna be untrue
You know the money's still good to you
Yes Yes
Some believe in love and
Some believe in friends
But niggaz like me believe in making ends
Cause even when yo bitch
Wants to trick around
You know the moneys got you safe and sound
Check now in 1988 I moved away to LA
My niggaz Playa Ham and Gina gave
Me a place to stay
On my way up from bottom rock
Bitches starting to jock
Cause my hair is getting longer
And games getting stronger
To pull my on weight I went and got me a job
But by then Ham and Gina
Really started to squab
About weather I should go or stay
She told him either he goes or you
Go we both was on our way
So he moved and took me
With him on 2001 Browning
Clowning with playas all around
Me just astounding
My nigga pimpin Carl got staring
With that hair an
Rolling up and down the street in
That rag 7 with Darren
Shaby blue feathered as he swerved
In the El Co p-6 park away from the curve
Big Jam LA Mike, Darryl, Nicki on the bike
That nigga Top, Big Shane
And Tweed rolling up the weed
And hoes just come and go in and out
Revolving door leaving with some
Nut in they mouth
I'm making a living of pimpin
So you fools can't trip
Cause even though I love God
I also love my grip
Some believe in Jesus some believe in Allah
But niggaz like me believe im making dollars
Cause even when yo niggaz wanna be untrue
You know the money's still good to you
Yes Yes
Some believe in love and
Some believe in friends
But niggaz like me believe in making ends
Cause even when yo bitch
Wants to trick around
You know the moneys got you safe and sound
Oooooooooooooo, ooooooooooooooooooo yeah
Safe and sound yeah safe and sound baby
Ooooooooooooooo, ooooooooooooooooooo yeah
Safe and sound yeah safe and sound
Gotta let you knoooooow
Gotta let you knoooooow
Gotta let you knoooooow
Comptons in the house
Some believe in friends
But niggaz like me believe in making ends
Cause even when your bitch
Wants to trick around
You know the moneys got you safe and sound
Now i'm bout to take it back to 84
When I was 14 kickin back in the trees
Westside if you please
And 436 west spruce was the spot
With me Wayne, Mike, Shot
Nookie, Slug, and Rock
Donzelly if ya with me than
Let that shit kick
If your head aint spinning from
Dippin all them sticks
Cause way back in the day they
Used love a wet baggie
Screaming "HORALE ESE" with them
Laces on a caddy and you couldn't deny
A hit from that buddah tye
Going round and round the driveway
Now it's coming my way
And i'm zoned out at a young age
And the whole spruce street was my stage
Peep now back then I was
In the 8th grade steady
But niggaz my age was getting paid already
Yeah like that nigga Zam or even young Blue
They made they first million by the age of 22
Like Dan from Cedar block
Him and little Motor
James from Piru street with them boulders
Rest in peace little Noopy he
Did'nt have to brag
Rollin to the 10 grade in a fint 0 rag
Well Goddamn how can I be down?
I ask my sister Jack for some help
And she told me look around
Nigga they don't sell dope it sells it'self
While they kickback and just
Collect the wealth
And now i'm thinking ain't nothing fly
About these dirty ass khakis
T-shirt dingy, prowings tackie
This could be a way to flip that
Little funky twenty dollars that I earned
Right then is when I learned that
Some believe in Jesus some believe in Allah
But niggaz like me believe I'm making dollars
Cause even when yo niggaz wanna be untrue
You know the money's still good to you
Yes Yes
Some believe in love and
Some believe in friends
But niggaz like me believe in making ends
Cause even when yo bitch
Wants to trick around
You know the moneys got you safe and sound
Peep I gets a dub on the
1st and 15th for a fact
So instead of spending it up I
Gave my money to Jack
Now she jump in the regal and
Said i'll be right back
When she came in she put me
Down with a plastic sack
I turned my 40 into 80 and that was my profit
I'm keepin my rocks in the house
And not in my pocket
Sister Jackie in the kitchen with
Some boiling water, baking soda
Fresh powder, baby bottles
Making more boulders
Checking a fat grip slanging rocks to tricks
Donzelly dippin sticks went and bought um a 6
And 500 block peach running thangs ya see
Moving gallon after gallon and key after key
I'm telling you I done seen it all
From niggaz hitting the sherman and
The passout on the wall
From cluckers wanting a hit so bad
They let there panies fall
Teeth rotten hair gone
And whole checks get blown
But then i'm still breaking these
Pebbles like bam bam
Saved them, splitting rocks
To the um tic toc
I went from wearing khakis to Sergio Teccini
While my rocks is disappearing
Like the great Whodini
I bought a gang of clothes
All of my equiptment
And getting somthing new with
Each and every shipment
Money gets made and money gets spent
And how these jealous niggaz acting
Only makes it evident that
Some believe in Jesus some believe in Allah
But niggaz like me believe im making dollars
Cause even when yo niggaz wanna be untrue
You know the money's still good to you
Yes Yes
Some believe in love and
Some believe in friends
But niggaz like me believe in making ends
Cause even when yo bitch
Wants to trick around
You know the moneys got you safe and sound
Check now in 1988 I moved away to LA
My niggaz Playa Ham and Gina gave
Me a place to stay
On my way up from bottom rock
Bitches starting to jock
Cause my hair is getting longer
And games getting stronger
To pull my on weight I went and got me a job
But by then Ham and Gina
Really started to squab
About weather I should go or stay
She told him either he goes or you
Go we both was on our way
So he moved and took me
With him on 2001 Browning
Clowning with playas all around
Me just astounding
My nigga pimpin Carl got staring
With that hair an
Rolling up and down the street in
That rag 7 with Darren
Shaby blue feathered as he swerved
In the El Co p-6 park away from the curve
Big Jam LA Mike, Darryl, Nicki on the bike
That nigga Top, Big Shane
And Tweed rolling up the weed
And hoes just come and go in and out
Revolving door leaving with some
Nut in they mouth
I'm making a living of pimpin
So you fools can't trip
Cause even though I love God
I also love my grip
Some believe in Jesus some believe in Allah
But niggaz like me believe im making dollars
Cause even when yo niggaz wanna be untrue
You know the money's still good to you
Yes Yes
Some believe in love and
Some believe in friends
But niggaz like me believe in making ends
Cause even when yo bitch
Wants to trick around
You know the moneys got you safe and sound
Oooooooooooooo, ooooooooooooooooooo yeah
Safe and sound yeah safe and sound baby
Ooooooooooooooo, ooooooooooooooooooo yeah
Safe and sound yeah safe and sound
Gotta let you knoooooow
Gotta let you knoooooow
Gotta let you knoooooow
Comptons in the house