Ridin’, Slipin’ & Slidin’ Tha Dogg Pound (Ft. South Sentrelle)

[Intro: Dat Nigga Daz]
Ahhhhhwww shit
Fuck

[Verse 1: Dat Nigga Daz]
It's a brand new day in the hood
It's money to make, and I'm doin' bad, and it ain't lookin' good
It's all about the you-know-what everywhere that I roll
And never leave empty-handed without packin' my chrome
If it's on, it's on — I put down my gangsta hand
Show and provin' began, put the jack down to chance
See, I can put down like this, and you don't know why
Niggas always would try, but soon they all just die
How they come up like I, would put my biz in the street
I'd like to say is that the jack made my life complete
Fifty-four thousand — the cash, eleven G's the stash
But it still ain't enough, so what can I plot next?
An armored truck would be fine, as I come up from behind
Grab seven bags and fled, not wastin' no time
Coppers tailin' my ass, breathin' hard down my back
Now my biz in the corner as I aband' the 'Llac
Grab the satchel full of money, back to Style crib
I throw the money on the table, say "We back in biz"
I caught the biggest dope sack, I got my hood sewed up
Now everybody 'bout to make the bomb soaked uncut