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(Chorus) x2 She's on her way, about to get paid But never turning Hollywood He's on his way, about to get paid But never turning Hollywood [Neb Love-] I used to be that way, but now I'm like this You betta miss me with that shit or catch a mighty blow to lip Cheeks Beware I'm here, hooray for N-E-be , no that's not me, Oh, 'cause I'm in the Cherokee, cruisin with Warren G Goin to pick up Jah Skill and the Twinz Five footin till the end of my life, for real Ya didn't know the sista but she had a record deal They want to see you at the top, then they want to see you drop Then they want to call the cops, ring hello? Wake up, once yo ass go Hollywood ya ass is like fuck (ya ass is like fuck) A young buck Knee-Hi told me that Neb changed But if I'm on the wrong track put me in the right place Wayniac- I'm just the same muthafucka, who kicked them nuts back in the day This is how it is when the niggaz gettin paid You used to treat me different now that you know where I stand But back up in the days you didn't really give a damn I had my own thing, me and the homeys from the PAC We watch each other's back tryin to get our pockets fat But now its new niggaz poppin all up in our face From 88 to 93 I couldn't find a trace I keeped on shit on data just reviewin all the facts In my mind I designed how to switch and counteract 'cause ain't no Holly and me if it is its gettin stuck I'm strictly for my paper as these groupies ride my nuts (Chorus) x2 Jah Skills- What, you can't speak, because I reached my peak, Why don't you, go bout your business let your mind tweak, But see ain't nuthin changed on my behalf still got my mics and Stashed Niggaz is siamese two faced and they switch it fast 'cause Hollywood can't do nuthin for me but hang me like drapes Distribute my phat tapes and in my pocket put some papes [Trip Locc-] And ain't nuthin in Hollywood that could make me want to switch Could he please, you know what's up with me so Holly these I'm from the G side, flip flop if you want to Banned by yo hood and yo city shoulda stayed true But ya didn't fell victim to the limelight Never gettin faded 'cause the Locc was just to trump tight [Jah Skills-] You must be dazed Ya goin through some type of phase Behind my back you jaw jack but in my house you want to blaze [Wayniac & Jah Skills-] So thanks for smokin the click out an shit All upon her clit (and all upon his dick) It makes me sick, but we don't even trip 'cause its the G-Funk (rail two rules like tree trunks) Now feel the brew that we funk (steady on a mission underground that is the sound) Don't ever get it twisted when the real ones put it down (Chorus) x5 |