I Don’t Like to Dream About Gettin' Paid

[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) [Verse 2: Dat Nigga Daz] The thought's complete, so lemme take a seat Since I was born and raised on the streets I quit the job I had and copped myself a sack Went from a double of fifty into a C-note stack Within a week, but my peak wadn't reached I was gettin' too known on the north side of Long Beach Niggas got to trippin' and I thought I heard a So I went to the hood on 20th and Myrtle I came up quick wit' some homies that I knew from way, way back And then my sack, or maybe was seven, or was it eight hundred strong? In other words — Daz had it goin' on! I bought myself a bucket — that's right, a bucket, bitch! Who you fuckin' — my car or my dick? My lifestyle switched a bit, but my attitude didn't I told all my old bitches "Good riddance!" 'Cause when you got money, hoes come automatically And old hoes don't do nothin' but cause some static, see? I went from khakis to Guess, braids to a fade I'm not Special Ed, but I had it made Livin' the life of a baller care-free Had bitches dyin' to sleep wit' me, ya see? But I went bankrupt from all the spendin' and gamblin' Bidness was gettin' slow, and I wadn't handlin' Mine the way I was supposed to Now I'm broke and on a jakk mission, so don't get close to Tha D.P.G. Gang 'cause we scandalous when we broke We get Tha Doggs in us and we get to actin' like locs [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) [Bridge: Nate Dogg] Last night, I had a dream Felt so good, it had to be Me and my homies were gettin' paid Man, oh, man, we had it made Some homies wanna roll wit' me Some homies claim insanity Well, if you wanna set-trip, I will If you don't wanna drop, be still! [Verse 3: Kurupt] Damn, I can't believe this But you can best believe this day I'm on another mission to get paid Serve what I can serve, right? (Right) So my pockets will stack up Nigga, don't trip, nigga, back up (Hold up!) I gots to react off the first impulse I find But my mama thinks I should take my time, and work for mines But how much work would it take? And how much money would I make? Wait! It's somethin' I gotta think about But I ain't got that much time, moms want a nigga out tha house I ain't gettin' no younger, I'm only gettin' older I'm only, thinkin' 'bout what my mama told me Now, I'm a Dogg Pound Gangsta 4 life And the fact that I'm out to get paid twice — I ain't nuttin' nice! Down to slang or pull a heist Jakk, or break muthafuckaz on the dice That's real, now what should I do? Just chill When it's time to peel caps and adapt to kill? I'm concealed, unconcealed So I maintain fo' the salary And my mentally is raw from the do' I go hard from the do', up against all odds Always down to squab, Dogg Pound 4 life I survived 'til '95, day after day Makin' hits wit' D-A-Z to get paid, nigga, yeah! [Chorus x8] (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)