Finer Thangz

[Produced. by Dr. Dre]

[Intro]

Yeah, you in bra

Whaddup doe?

Yeah

[Verse 1: 40 Glocc]

I was predicted a statistic that might not last

What your doctor would call, a psychopath

So proceed with caution, you might go next

Start feelin' kinda nauseous, and bust yo ass

I ain't never played the rules or been in acting class

Far as I'm concerned that Hollywood shit's for fags

Keep it real dawg, post up with the steel dawg

Kick it with real hogs, with real balls

A lot of these cats yeah they talk so real

But half of these cats get cracked and squeal

I could give two fucks less if I got a deal

I still get bucks and watch Cristal spill

Cuz I could care less whether I'm broke or not

I cop me a quarter piece and blow up the spot

Serving dub for dub, and rock for rock

Work it up to a whole brick and sold the block

Ima cop that jag, and drop that rag

Walk up outta the mall, with shopping bags

I want the lifestylez, of the rich and the famous

Nah I ain't rich yet, but that's finna be changing

[Chorus: L.V.]

All I need is the Finer Thangz, all I want is the Finer Thangz

All I want, all I need is the Finer Thangz

All I want is the Finer Thangz, all I need is the Finer Thangz

All I want is the Finer Thangz, all I need is the Finer Thangz

All I want, all I need is the Finer Thangz

All I need is the Finer Thangz

Yeah in my life

[Verse 2: 40 Glocc]

See I fall in with heat, fall in the Jeep

Hit your block, jump out, and dump up all on your street

Hit the weed, and bump in-between the sheets

Ring some pussy up and let my dick fall in the sheep

You want beef? Put your money where your heart at

Fuck that, put your mouth where my nuts at, suck that

Spit on wax, with 16 bars

Then jump on tracks, like I'm a track star

We all got straps, no need to act hard

We can get our scraps on, in my mama's back yard

I started out young, ridin' handlebars

Went from, shootin' up cars to a hood ghetto star

Bet ya never thought Glocc could make it this far

With Doc Holiday, puffin' Cuban cigars

Menage a trois, it's on the beach under the stars

Panties and bras? Got bad bitches takin' it off

[Chorus: L.V.]

All I need is the Finer Thangz, all I want is the Finer Thangz

All I want, all I need is the Finer Thangz

All I want is the Finer Thangz, all I need is the Finer Thangz

All I want is the Finer Thangz, all I need is the Finer Thangz

All I want, all I need is the Finer Thangz

All I need is the Finer Thangz

Yeah in my life

[Verse 3: 40 Glocc]

Now I done been around the world and back, and watched cats

Switch from Jerry curled backs to Wayne caps [?]

And now the new fact[?] fresh braids to the back huh?

And everybody rockin' silver like it's platinum

Stop it dawg, what the fuck wrong with y'all?

If you can't afford the real don't cop it at all

You can't ball and be broke

Spend up all your come up money

And wonder why you keep coming up short

I don't know what it is, what the fuck is this?

C'mon that shit on your wrist's faker than silicone tits

You need to quit, seek a role model to follow

One that can teach you, the means of a dollar

See you? You spend your last buck on weed

See me? I spend my last buck to eat

Might fall in the club, buy myself a drink

Hell yeah I'm fucked up, what the fuck you think?

[Chorus: L.V.]

All I need is the Finer Thangz, all I want is the Finer Thangz

All I want, all I need is the Finer Thangz

All I want is the Finer Thangz, all I need is the Finer Thangz

All I want is the Finer Thangz, all I need is the Finer Thangz

All I want, all I need is the Finer Thangz

All I need is the Finer Thangz

Yeah in my life