Tha Dogg Pound, South Sentrelle - Ridin', Slipin' & Slidin' lyrics

Ahhhwww shit fuck

It's a brand new day in the hood
It's money to make, and I'm doin' bad
And it ain't lookin' good
It's all about the you-know-what
Everywhere that I roll
And never leave empty handed
Without packin' my chrome if it's on
It's on I put down my gangsta hand
Show and provin' began
Put the jack down to chance
See, I can put down like this
And you don't know why
Niggas always would try
But soon they all just die
How they come up like I
Would put my biz in the street
I'd like to say is that the
Jack made my life complete
Fifty-four thousand the cash
Eleven G's the stash
But it still ain't enough
So what can I plot next?
An armored truck would be fine
As I come up from behind
Grab seven bags and fled, not wastin' no time
Coppers tailin' my ass
Breathin' hard down my back
Now my biz in the corner
As I aband' the 'Llac
Grab the satchel full of money
Back to Style crib
I throw the money on the table
Say "We back in biz"
I caught the biggest dope sack
I got my hood sewed up
Now everybody 'bout to make
The bomb soaked uncut

Ridin', I'm ridin' high
(Make money, money, make money, money, money)
Slipin' and slidin'
(Jack, jack for your money)
(I'm ridin' high)
(Jack, jack for your money)

Ran outta dope
The situation's back where I left
A voice quietly tellin' me
"You gotta come up on some bread"
Don't get it twisted for shit, see
I be mashin' on my own mission
Never dreamin' or wishin' the
Money that I'm missin'
Heard some niggas doubt, clockin'
Rakin' in all the dough
And since I'm doin' bad
I gotta jakk for they dough
Called my partners in crime Kurupt
Nate Dogg and Style
True soldiers from Tha Dogg Pound
Puttin' it down
Kick the do' in wit' the gauge and fo'-fo'
(Don't move) blast a couple of niggas as I
Style wit' all the dough
Five pounds of coke, two pounds of orange
Now we baggin' it up
And smokin' all night long
I wanna trip, then I didn't have no chip
And my pockets were short
And I started to trip
To maintain waddn't no problem
Stopped by my bitch house
She was poppin' with them sales
I don't play that shit! (Bitch)
And sold five hundred in cavi
Barely happy today
Finna knock her out, and my homie had to say
(Well)

Well, I got me a plot on the Westside of town
Wit' some mark-ass niggas from the other side
(yeah! Let's put it down)
Now, Dogg Pound Gangstaz, true indeed
(Hmm hmm)
We see the layout down, as we proceed
Two in the front, three in the back
I'm 'bout to make niggas collapse
Cock back the strap two minutes
Before the jakk takes place
Now we face-to-face
And I'm in the mood for a murder
So I'm all for the do-low, and you know
(What?)
The chances advances stages (That's right)
Gauges and three-eighties, crazy
Niggas shady (What?)
'Til I'm 80
What I'mma do is mine for my loot
Wit' the homies
Mash on the mission about quarter to two
When we arrive, I be the first nigga to dip
Straight to the front do' and
Intentions to straight trip
(Nigga, Dogg Pound Gangstaz)
I gotta make my grip, and I made my grip
Wit' the quickness, niggas here to
Lick and got paid, bitch!

Ridin' (Make money, money, make money, money, money)
Slipin' and slidin'
(Jack, jack for your money, jack
Jack for your money, i'm ridin' high)
I don't trust a bitch
(Take, take, money, money)
So fuck a bitch (Take, money, money, money)
(Jack, jack for your money)
(I'm ridin' high)
(Jack, jack for your money)
What's the function? (Makin' money)
What's the game? (Dogg Pound)
All aboard (Death Row)
The cavi train (I'm ridin' high)
All you busters (Busta-ass nigga)
Ridin' 'round (Thinkin' y'all hard and shit)
You don't wanna (Straight up, muthafuckaz)
See Dogg Pound
(I'm ridin' high, Eastside 'til I die)
South Sentrelle and Tha DPG
(I'm ridin' high)
Kurupt Tha Kingpin and Dat Nigga Daz, yeah
(I'm ridin' high)
Sentrelle and Tha DPG (I'm ridin' high)