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Snoop Dogg - I Dont Like To Dream About Gettin Paid Lyrics

[Verse 1: Dat Nigga Daz]
Workin' L.A., tryin' to get paid the right way
But somehow, the right way don't pay
I'm comin' home late every night, gotta struggle and fight
Wit' the base heads on the late night hype
Tryin' to creep in the house thru da cut, for what?
So I won't be seen by none of the homies, but
The homie Nate Dogg spots me and say, "Yo, what's happenin'?
Oh, you don't know me no mo'?", and passed me the satin
I said "Aww, naw! It ain't like that, G
I'm tryin' to go straight and have a J-O-B"
"You need to quit that faggot ass job", that's what he said
Showed me his grip and took some satin to the head
Damn! That nigga had at least two G's
And he was clockin' it wit' so much ease
I told him I was gone, so I'm headin' in the house
Everybody knocked out, so I'm locked out
I go back to the front where my homies is hangin' at
They offer me a cavi sack so I can start slangin' dat
They say "You ain't no hustler," I say "Don't doubt it"
Hold dat thought and I'll think about it 'cause...

[Chorus x4]
(I've been dreamin' too long, too long, too..)
I don't like to dream about gettin' paid
(I've been dreamin' too long, too long, too loooooong)
[Verse 2: Dat Nigga Daz]
The thought's complete, so lemme take a seat
Since I was born and raised on the streets
I quit the job I had and copped myself a sack
Went from a double of fifty into a C-note stack
Within a week, but my peak wadn't reached
I was gettin' too known on the north side of Long Beach
Niggas got to trippin' and I thought I heard a
So I went to the hood on 20th and Myrtle
I came up quick wit' some homies that I knew from way, way back
And then my sack, or maybe was seven, or was it eight hundred strong?
In other words — Daz had it goin' on!
I bought myself a bucket — that's right, a bucket, bitch!
Who you fuckin' — my car or my dick?
My lifestyle switched a bit, but my attitude didn't
I told all my old bitches "Good riddance!"
'Cause when you got money, hoes come automatically
And old hoes don't do nothin' but cause some static, see?
I went from khakis to Guess, braids to a fade
I'm not Special Ed, but I had it made
Livin' the life of a baller care-free
Had bitches dyin' to sleep wit' me, ya see?
But I went bankrupt from all the spendin' and gamblin'
Bidness was gettin' slow, and I wadn't handlin'
Mine the way I was supposed to
Now I'm broke and on a jakk mission, so don't get close to
Tha D.P.G. Gang 'cause we scandalous when we broke
We get Tha Doggs in us and we get to actin' like locs
[Chorus x4]
(I've been dreamin' too long, too long, too..)
I don't like to dream about gettin' paid
(I've been dreamin' too long, too long, too loooooong)

[Bridge: Nate Dogg]
Last night, I had a dream
Felt so good, it had to be
Me and my homies were gettin' paid
Man, oh, man, we had it made
Some homies wanna roll wit' me
Some homies claim insanity
Well, if you wanna set-trip, I will
If you don't wanna drop, be still!

[Verse 3: Kurupt]
Damn, I can't believe this
But you can best believe this day
I'm on another mission to get paid
Serve what I can serve, right? (Right)
So my pockets will stack up
Nigga, don't trip, nigga, back up (Hold up!)
I gots to react off the first impulse I find
But my mama thinks I should take my time, and work for mines
But how much work would it take?
And how much money would I make?
Wait! There's somethin' I gotta think about
But I ain't got that much time, moms want a nigga out tha house
I ain't gettin' no younger, I'm only gettin' older
I'm only, thinkin' 'bout what my mama told me
Now, I'm a Dogg Pound Gangsta 4 life
And the fact that I'm out to get paid twice — I ain't nuttin' nice!
Down to slang or pull a heist
Jakk, or break muthafuckaz on the dice
That's real, now what should I do? Just chill
When it's time to peel caps and adapt to kill?
I'm concealed, unconcealed
So I maintain fo' the salary
And my mentally is raw from the do'
I go hard from the do', up against all odds
Always down to squab, Dogg Pound 4 life
I survived 'til '95, day after day
Makin' hits wit' D-A-Z to get paid, nigga, yeah!
[Chorus x8]
(I've been dreamin' too long, too long, too..)
I don't like to dream about gettin' paid
(I've been dreamin' too long, too long, too loooooong)