(feat. E-40, San Quinn)



Dig that, oh boy

That's what I'm talkin' about, JT the Bigga Figga, E-40

Daz Dillinger, San Quinn, what up check it oh boy



[Daz Dillinger]

Ya see I'm all about lavish shit, plushed out havin' it

Fifty g's a twenty gauge on my cabinet

Shit, can't be half steppin'

Niggas be lookin' around blastin' niggas with any reppin'

My profession I selected, directed

Shit, I'm a boss nigga and I'm highly respected (No doubt)

With the stacks cause I layed to the game no pressin' it

Niggas wanna get down but niggas freebasin'

Fuck it up from the Beach down to Filmoe

Give it up, niggas duckin' and it's real ghost

And a nigga hand in pain cause of the wrist

Countin' a million a stack matchin' it

Why try to fade me, the invincible

Principal comin' out as the invisible

I got it locked from every hood to every spot

To want a mack glock, damn it stay hot

Every other sucker and buster beware

It's a Dogg Pound gangsta on the loose out there

And I'm comin' I'm comin' comin' and comin'

And I'm runnin' I'm runnin' and I'm gunnin' and I'm gunnin'



[San Quinn]

They can't stop my paper chasin'

Keep it crackin' on the back streets

Collectin' them chips and all stacks

Who be in tact, nobody really knows the hustle

Sportin' one day, bouncin' back with legs buckled, like that

Fortified, I know these niggas be hatin'

Watch they faces as they can't stand seein' me skatin' (Woo-woo)

Politicin' nah playa no polished tickets

Debt tapes, cash advances and meal tickets

Dogg Pound gangstas and the G-O-P

We from the 415 they from the 213

Beneath the layers like the window, ballin' me and my kin folk

Squattin' on these twenty inch dubs, tint on window



[Hook x4: San Quinn (E-40)]

We independent in the game that we bubble

Cause it's the life, the life, the life, the life (The life)



[JT the Bigga Figga]

We bring this shit like the Wild West, Filmoe to Foul-Set

We slang crack and run around with a tech

What did I mean, I'm tryin' to push something clean

Like a 500 CL, nigga please believe

With the stackin' c, puttin' g's on g's

For another hit they beg oh please, oh please

Try to freeze our accounts, I put the strap on ya tongue

I'm doin' this to eat bitch not rappin' for fun

I'm the first to speak and the first to leap

With two concrete feet, touchdown hurt the streets

Hold court in the streets, judgement to the winner of beef

No more clubbin' nigga, no more sleep, uh



[E-40]

Spend safari, ya better go cop a pack of smokes

40 why orwhere ya been

Oh you been givin' out prescriptions and antedotes

Takin' notes, shootin' dice, practicin' my literature

With my folks, Filmoe niggas, ask JT he the bigger figure

Nifty with my spitter, full off that alcohol off The Liks

Old school zig-zag nigga smokin' on some of that cat piss

Pokin' and strokin' the batches, patchin' up my dips

Seven-fifty a pop, nigga that's how I been doin' this

Sellin' tapes out the trunk of my car, independent shit

Fuckin' with these distributors, tryin' to get nickel rich

Tryin' to get nickel rich, fuckin' with these distributors

Moms and pops loyal fans, redeems and vans, ooh