Let's get paid Tray Deee (Shit what else we gon' do?) Hit this shit! (Fuck it, we're gonna go thru wit it) That's what I'm sayin! (We're layin everybody in this motherfucker, Daz That's when we gonna go after the cheese, ya ready?) EVERYBODY LAY THE FUCK DOWN!!!!
Verse 1: Daz Dillinger
A nigga mash in the bank for loot The robbery's commited and I'm prepared to shoot Blast em with the cops on pursuit It's all about cheese, I got the nibblin like rats Hop over da corner get them fillin up my sack Pistol whip a couple and let them know I mean bidness Niggas been tryin ta get in for years, I mean killin To master a ride out, get ghost to hide out Count my green, enforce my team It ain't a small-time dream no mo' What make the world go round? It's money, cars, bitches and dough
See we The Gang, we mash and blast to maintain Weed, money, cocaine got us all insane We The Gang, we mash to maintain Weed, money, cocaine got us all insane
Verse 2: Tray Deee
Covered in armour, five seconds till we smuggle the spot First motherfucker reachin for the button get shot Got the M-1-6 plus the clips to work Six minutes to be in and get the chips and skirt Scoot loot, one shot they holler and drop Pop the duffle and shovel in dollars in knots Got the whole room hostage, straight no nonsense The object is stompin accomplished profits And never had no mercy for the victim Die, motherfucker, die if that's what it take to make me richer
Chorus: Tray Deee
See we The Gang, we mash and blast to maintain Weed, money, cocaine got us all insane See we The Gang, we mash and blast to maintain Weed, money, cocaine got us all insane We The Gang!
Verse 3: Daz
G's forgetten that A is for Anybody killin in it For them niggas, the G's we be gettin Watch out when the 9 spit, blast irrapidly Too late the cops at the bank and they got to me Empty the bread out the safe, make I escape Make a dumb move for the moves you make KABOOM, let the drama unfold, blast, reload $70 million out the back door, y'know Me and Tray Deee hits deep, hear the *?'plaud?* and the scherm is blood Let's hit the store, start robbin for more Checkin niggas, wreckin niggas right at they front door Bangin niggas, gankin niggas for what that ain't yours Hood operator and none too greater With the infiltrator bustin on these gangsta haters Stuck in the zone, havin papers, havin more zone Finally puttin meat on my bones (At ease)
See we The Gang, we mash and blast to maintain Weed, money, cocaine got us all insane (Got us all insane) We The Gang, we mash to maintain Weed, money, cocaine got us all insane
Verse 4: Snoop Doggy Dogg, Kurupt
See we're ridin, we're stealin, we're killin, we're dealin And stickin up you bitch ass niggas I say we ride Eastside, slide forever in a day The DPG way! Look here takin your shit is like taking your bitches Quick as I spin this is as quick as she get Nigga I'm a ridah and that's on this We ain't gon' dip until we get them chips We splits the shit up, what I folds Got a army full of doggs and soldiers full of loccs Two hundred spokes witta pocket full of notes Banktellers *?shout?* wit my hand around the throat Reach for my Colt but on another note I gotta shake the spot, they just called the cops, hmm Nowhere to run, nowhere to hide I point my pistols at the pig, DIE MOTHERFUCKER DIE!!!
All the homeys saggin, unload the Magnum E'rybody dashin, dippin wit the cash-in The homeboys blastin, cop cars crashin Got all smashin hearts of assassins Hold up there's the cut (what?), duck Cock back, soon as you look up, nigga dump See the stick-up, my mind on a trip on tweak And I'm dyin wit the homeys before they catch me We're blastin!