Snoop Dogg, Daz Dillinger - Tommy Boy lyrics

Southern hospitality
Yea (This that south shit boy)
Y'all know how we do this (shit)
What up fool
This for all my boys in Mississippi
Magnolia, McConnell (fightin south you know)
This for all my boys in Tennessee (tell 'em)
Holler at ya boy when I get there
(MJG and Eightball) all my playas in Houston
Atlanta GA (Georgia boys, in the hou)
(We'll say sup to that New
Orleans clique out there)

It's a Sunday a fun day, one day
Away from Monday
And all day ain't no gunplay
And everything is alright outside (why)
Cuz Farrakhan done put his speech down and
Got all the brothers to ride
For one cause, and that's how it is y'all
Wise on up to rise on up dawg
Each one teach one, let the lesson be taught
It ain't my fault your homie
Tommy Boy got caught
If he was slicker than grease
He woulda been at peace
Instead tryna ride while the war was at cease

When me and Snoop was kids we
Always knew this kid named Tommy
His parents died left him a
Gang of cars and money
But Tommy was a hustler from around the way
Stayed on the northside of town
Is where he stayed
He payed attention to whatever
They was games so clever
If the situation was bad it
Can only get better
He ran around the dope house

So he put us up on his scheme
He knew that we was riders so
He wanted us on his team (Uh, poor Tommy)
Getcha money, size team (uh)
Getcha money man (He was out to get paid)
Getcha money man (Poor Tommy)
Getcha money man (Me and Snoop on his team)
(Get paid) Gotta have that money
Man (Getcha money man)
Getcha money man (Getcha money man)

Tommy was a rider, big money
Tommy had everything, it wasn't funny
All the younger G's used to look up to him
But there was no way
That the bigger ones could do him
They would try him, try him
Everytime he was slick
But he never would slip
He always had his grip and if he did
He'd get away cuz he was just too fast
Homie up Tommy, Tommy, Tommy's out to mash
Get it, get it, get it, cuz ya gotta have it
And when ya get make sure ya
Grab it and stab it
Maintain it, brain it, the way ya gots to
Cuz this is somethin to rock to

Man, we stacked up dollars and Caddies
On missions muggin 'em for him
We had to gather up cash -
Whoever owed it to him
The hitman had hit us, niggas runnin shit
And never wantin to quit us
When the machine gun spit
Now we really deep in the game
Now it's murder and drugs
No names involved when that
Nigga caught a slug tommy told us forget it
That he's always down wit us
The problems of the murder will be aquitted
(young nigga)

Now word on the streets is
That Machine Gun Tommy
Ridin on big ballers for a pasttime hobby
So if ya havin money, and ya smoke big weed
First thing ya need is a security team
And we provide
Or should I say we ride for Tommy
My compadre, and if he say "spray em"
We spray so I suggest, you get with the 'PG
Or find yourself layin six feet dizzy

We was down with big Tommy
(Getcha money man getcha money
Man getcha money man)
On the streets doing his thang, gettin paid
(Getcha money man getcha money man)
(Getcha money man getcha money man)
We was down with big Tommy
(Getcha money man getcha money
Man getcha money man)
Me and Snoop still on his team
Big pimps gettin paid
We was down with big Tommy
(Getcha money man getcha money
Man getcha money man)
We was down with big Tommy
(Getcha money man getcha money man)
Check me out now man

We had money, jewelry and expensive cars
Niggas who didn't know us
Finally know who we are
We was important to the neighborhood
Like presidents and mass
Everytime he do a lick he break
Us off our proper share
A couple of days Tommy was
On top of the world
Threw a party with the homies
Invited gangs of girls

Yeah, it was off the hook ya'know
We had everything from Indo to blow
(Whhaaatt, you sniff blow?)
Oh hell no, I got my whole life ahead of me
No time to be sniffin
If Tommy find out, boy he'll be trippin
So I stay A-Ok, but anyway
Tommy got somethin to say, to say, to say

Aye look here mayne
What some people won't do for money
Yea I had these two niggas
That was on my team
Ya'know, down with me like the Grey Tape
It's always the niggas that's closest to ya
That be the ones that try to get'cha
Ya'knowhaImsayin
Shit I heard these ladies the other
Day say that pimpin was dead
I said not in my bed bitch echo
Ah ha, that's real
I'll put that on my fiz-sound
I'm a pimp 'til I die
Cuz I represent the big
As well as the small ha ha
Big Timin baby echo