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Correct Get My Money On! Lyrics
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[Scratched Intro] ("Here's a little story I got to tell") [Verse 1] Straight from the streets and the alleys of Cali, mo' Hits and bits from the depths of the Vallejo The highs to mids, here's a kid from the Rosetown Nigga Ray love is at this with the dope sound (Here to tell you a tale about a man and his money) Young brother straight broke, ain't a damn thing funny Girlies had stripes, Dickies slacks is how the macks stroll Gold when he flex, his Rolex when he roll Oh, damn how I wanted to live large Private jet lease when Ray love is in charge Hard is how I live my life Thank God I never smoked the pipe I need money, streets can't last me And keep a eye out for brothers tryna blast, G And in the past, I never planned on seein' the pen It was a place I knew I never wanted to be in, my friend I'ma clock, I knew it down deep in my heart Hoes jock, I'ma do it 'cause I'm down from the start I'm serious 'bout mine, more than just the same ol' song 'Cause I'm in there, and I'm out to get my money on [Chorus] ("Here's a little story I got to tell") Yeah, my money on ("Here's a little story I got to tell") I'm out to get ma money on ("Here's a little story I got to tell") My money on (Check this out...) [Verse 2] 1991 - the year Ray changed up 1992 - the year Ray love came up I been around, now I'm headed to the top, player Knowledge from Jah, but a street rhyme-sayer Anyway, back to my struggle and my hustle If you ain't got no clout or grip, you ain't got no muscle I do not be the one, call me Mr. Assed-Out Niggas planned to do me so I packed 'em and mashed out Grandma's tryin' to keep me out the streets 'cause they after me But she don't understand where I'm at, see You know I, I pack a pistol when I hang, so out-run him And if they pull a ho move, I won't hesitate to gun 'em Goddamn! I'm mo' broke than I ever been Rock bottom's new to me 'cause it's a place I've never been My ace boon's locked up in a jail dome Now my gat's got my back while I get my mail on Daily I get calls from the P. D Around the clock jockin' ass Santa Rosa police Real about mine, more than just the same ol' song 'Cause I'm in there, and I'm out to get my money on [Chorus] ("Here's a little story I got to tell") Out to get my money on ("Here's a little story I got to tell") Yeah, my money on ("Here's a little story I got to tell") I'm out to get my money on ("Here's a little story I got to tell") [Verse 3] Now in '92, black, I'm back up on the scene They know me in the Bay, now nationwide I'm stackin green Cash M-O-N-E-Y, just wanted to make it Never really had much but always used to fake it Hung with the boys slangin' D, but no time for it God had graced a plan for me and now in 1992 I know it Police always sweat me: "Why do you gots a pager? Where did you get this money, Mr. Young Black Teenager? " Got it from your daughter, she came to my concert Making my record platinum, wearing a Ray love t-shirt Blame somebody, blame yourself 'Cause you give her the money, and she give it to somebody else Me - now it's in my bank account So Mr. Five-O, here's something to think about And to you brothers, who used to talk drag when they see me Now you wanna be me on 'mtv Raps', the young black mack with the video Kick it with the boys from the Rose, but you don't hear me though On West 9th I began to strive But I learned to be a playa in the 415 I used to dream of C. C. 's and Impalas Now I want a Benz and ends to spend dollars Yeah, 'cause I'm out to get my money on [Chorus] ("Here's a little story I got to tell") Yeah, ha ha, I'm out to get my money on ("Here's a little story I got to tell") You know what, I'm out to get my money on ("Here's a little story I got to tell") My money on ("Here's a little story I got to tell") [Outro] Yo, what's up, this is Ray love in the house Check this out, baby boy This shout out goes out to all the playas in the whole Bay Area All the Richmond playas All the Oakland playas All the Frisco playas East Palo Alto playas All the Santa Rosa playas All the Marin City playas All the Vallejo playas All the Sacramento playas And all the playas in the whole world Yo, check this out, mayne We need to come up, mayne Stop killing each other All that ol' silly stupid black on black violence junk, mayne Y'all better get yo money on, mayne! Come up, mayne, come up! Yo Khayree, mayne (What's up?) They better get they money on! [Khayree] That's right, that's right Check this out We got Ray love in the house (What's up, nigga?) Dj Cee's in the house (That's right) We tryna check a grip like this in '92 'Cause brothers wanna get they money on (Word) Now check this out Like to send a shout out to Mac ass Dre (Yeah, he gettin' his money on) C-double-O-L-I-O, Coolio (Ha-ha, he's getitn' his money on) Yeah, and last but not least Much love to all the young black brothers Tryna come up in 1992 and check a grip (Nuff respect!) It ain't about jackin', it's about mackin' the system And gettin' what you got comin' to you...
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