I Don’t Like to Dream About Gettin’ Paid Tha Dogg Pound (Ft. Nate Dogg)

[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)