"He's a sweet, soul, brother!"









"You make me feel so goooood!"















In the world of change, here I am

Tryin to have some thangs

So what you need is some game, to get your money man

Ohh baby, in the world of paper, paper





Thinkin of a master plan

Cause ain't nuttin but sweat inside my hand

So I dig into my pockets, all my money is spent

So I dig deeper, but still comin up with lint

So I, start my mission, leave my residence

Thinkin how can I get some dead presidents

I need money, I used to see a stick-up kid

So I think of all the devious things I did

I used to roll up, this is a hold up, ain't nuttin funny

Stop smilin, cause still don't nuttin move but the money

Cause now I've learned to earn cause I'm righteous

I feel great, so maybe I might just

Search fo' a 9 to 5, if I strive

Then maybe I'll stay alive

So I walk up the street, whistlin this

Feelin out of place cause man do I miss

A pen and a paper, a stereo, a tape of

Me and Warren G, and a big fat plate of

Chicken wings, cause that's my favorite thang

But without no money man that shit's a dream

Cause I don't like to dream about gettin paid

So I dig into the books of the rhymes that I've made

Soon as I bust 'em see if I got pull

I hit the DoggHouse, cause I'm paid in full 



















W-w-w-w-w-well

W-w-w-w-w-welllll

Ohhhh baby

W-w-w-w-w-well

W-w-w-w-wellll, ohh baby

Ohhhh baby