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Safe & Sound

Static, Quik, you're not a gangster, we're not staticSome believe in love and some believe in friends

But, niggaz, like me believe in making ends

'Cause even when your bitch wants to trick around

You know the money's got you safe and soundNow I'm 'bout to take it back to '84, when I was fourteen

Kickin' back in the trees, West Side, if you please

And, four-thirty-six, West Spruce was the spot

With me, Wayne, Mike, Shot, Nookie, Slug and RockDonzelly, if ya with me, than let that shit, kick

If your head ain't spinning from dippin' all them sticks

'Cause way back in the day they used love a wet baggie

Screaming, HORALE, ESE, with them laces on a caddyAnd you couldn't deny a hit from that Buddah, Tye

Going round and round the driveway, now it's coming my way

And I'm zoned out at a young age

And the whole spruce street was my stagePeep, now back then I was in the eighth grade, steady

But niggaz, my age was getting paid, already

Yeah, like that nigga, Zam or even young, Blue

They made they first million by the age of, twenty-twoLike, Dan from Cedar block, him and little Motor

James from Piru Street, with them boulders

Rest in peace, little Noopy, he didn't have to brag

Rollin' to the tenth grade in a Fint, '0' ragWell, goddamn, how can I be down?

I ask my sister, Jack for some help and she told me, look around

Nigga, they don't sell dope, it sells itself

While they kick back and just collect the wealthAnd now I'm thinking, ain't nothing fly, about these dirty ass, khakis

T-shirt dingy, prowings tackie

This could be a way to flip that little, funky, twenty dollars, that I earned

Right then, is when I learned thatSome believe in Jesus, some believe in Allah

But niggaz like me, believe in making dollars

'Cause even when, yo, niggaz, wanna be untrue

You know the money's still good to youYes, yes

Some believe in love and some believe in friends

But niggaz like me, believe in making ends

'Cause even when, yo, bitch wants to trick around

You know the money's got you safe and soundPeep, I gets a dub on the first and fifteenth, for a fact

So, instead of spending it up, I gave my money to Jack

Now she jump in the Regal and said, "I'll be right back"

When she came in, she put me down with a plastic sackI turned my forty into eighty and that was my profit

I'm keepin' my rocks in the house and not in my pocket

Sister, Jackie in the kitchen with some boiling water, baking soda

Fresh powder, baby bottles, making more bouldersChecking a fat grip, slanging rocks to tricks

Donzelly, dippin' sticks, went and bought 'em a six

And five-hundred, block, peach, running thangs, ya see

Moving gallon after gallon and key after keyI'm telling you, I done, seen it all

From, niggaz, hitting the Sherman and the pass out on the wall

From cluckers, wanting a hit so bad, they let there panties fall

Teeth rotten, hair gone and whole checks, get blownBut then, I'm still breaking these pebbles like Bam Bam

Saved them, splitting rocks, to the 'em, tic-toc

I went from wearing khakis to Sergio Teccini

While my rocks is disappearing like the great HoudiniI bought a gang of clothes, all of my equipment

And getting somthing new with each and every shipment

Money gets made and money gets spent

And how these jealous niggaz acting, only makes it evident thatSome believe in Jesus, some believe in Allah

But niggaz like me, believe in making dollars

'Cause even when, yo, niggaz, wanna be untrue

You know the money's still good to youYes, yes

Some believe in love and some believe in friends

But niggaz like me, believe in making ends

'Cause even when, yo, bitch wants to trick around

You know the money's got you safe and soundCheck, now in 1981, moved away to L.A.

My niggaz, playa, Ham and Gina gave me a place to stay

On my way up from bottom rock, bitches, starting to jock

'Cause my hair is getting longer and games, getting strongerTo pull my own weight, I went and got me a job

But by then, Ham and Gina really started to squab

About weather, I should go or stay

She told him either he goes or you go, we both was on our waySo, he moved and took me with him on, two-thousand-one, Browning

Clowning with playas, all around me, just astounding

My nigga, pimpin, Carl got staring with that hair an

Rolling up and down the street in that, rag seven with DarrenShaby, blue feathered, as he swerved

In the 'E l Co-P, 6, park away from the curve

Big jam, L.A Mike, Darryl, Nicki on the bike

That nigga Top Big Shane, and Tweed rolling up the weedAnd hoes, just come and go in and out

Revolving door, leaving with some, nut in they mouth

I'm making a living of pimpin' so you fools can't trip

'Cause even though, I love God, I also love my gripSome believe in Jesus, some believe in Allah

But niggaz like me, believe in making dollars

'Cause even when, yo, niggaz, wanna be untrue

You know the money's still good to youYes, yes

Some believe in love and some believe in friends

But niggaz like me, believe in making ends

'Cause even when, yo, bitch wants to trick around

You know the money's got you safe and soundOoh, yeah, safe and sound, yeah

Safe and sound, baby, ooh, yeah

Safe and sound yeah, safe and soundGotta let you know, gotta let you know

Gotta let you know, Compton's in the house

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