Saul Goodman (Extended Mix) ft. Nate Dogg Lyrics

Cruisin' down the street, smokin' a swisha sweet

Headed to the flea to get some beat

There's a new bump in the trunk cause I blew my subs

Get a new Screw tape and go holla at my thugs

Haters mean mug with green eyes of envy

I got what they want and that makes me the enemy

You ain't kin to me, so move around clown

Like Warren G and Nate Dogg, I regulate this town

Put the blicky in the stash as the cops blast past

Once it's clear, put it in gear and mash the gas

Stang another lick then burn out right quick

Everywhere I go I got boppers on my dick

Baby at the Jects cookin' oxtails and rice

Saw Cluster in the alley shootin' some dice

Called up Bones, got some brand new tats

Navy park on a Sunday in my Cadillac

Hang up from the bottom, turn nothin' into somethin

Now it's all good

And we always in the streets and we makin' big paper

Just like we should

If you wanna take a chance, try to level your stash

Put your money on the wood

I'll take your cash, leave you with no cash

Then it's back to the hood

Item came up from the bottom to the top

Started out posted up on the corner of my block

There's money in the hood if you all about your grind

Them boosters got me poppin' tags, I'm feelin' fine

Money over everything, it's M-O-E

I can't love a ho, that's the way it gotta be

I smoke weed all day, out here gettin' paid

With a fresh set of braids, sippin' purple lemonade

You can't knock my hustle, I'm all about my dough

Short stop on my block, we'll send you home full of holes

Got bitches in the streets turnin' tricks late night

Play with my money, that girl take your life

It's hard to be streets when you ain't got shit but stink

Sleepin' in your car and bathin' in the sink

Sellin' your body and swallow your pride

This is what it's like when worlds collide

Came up from the bottom, turned nothin' into somethin

Now it's all good

And we always in the streets and we makin' big paper

Just like we should

If you wanna take a chance, try to level your stash

Put your money on the wood

I'll take your cash and you will go cash

And it's back to the hood

I'm a neighborhood superstar

When I pass by kids, holla, that's my car

Platinum mouthpiece, gold teeth, silver tongue

My lyrics tickle your eardrum, hairs stand on your arm

My mouth peice colder than a tasty freeze

My girls got rug burns on her knees

Big and tall, Coogi, or some Al Wassam

Gucci Ace 13s and Air Force 1s

Versace on my face to protect my eyes from the sun

A fresh set of braids like my boy Iverson

Go Harden the paint like Jimmy, he a beast

Why break a fast with a fast break when you can feast

All I want is money, fuck the fame, you can keep it

Most of these famous cats fake ass weak bitches

I'd rather keep it gangster and kick it with my crew

Than to sell my soul and go on tour with you

Came up from the bottom, turned nothin' into somethin

Now it's all good

And we always in the streets and we makin' big paper

Just like we should

If you wanna take a chance, try to level your stash

Put your money on the wall

I'll take your purse, if you with no pants

Then it's back to the hood

If you got the bet on somethin'

You can bet there's money in the hood

If you ever need some money

You can make that 20 in the hood

If you got the bet on somethin'

You can bet there's money in the hood

If you ever need some money

You can make that 20 in the hood

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