Song Info
Genre
Charts
Peak #928
Peak in subgenre #498
Author
Sean Johnson
Uploaded
October 14, 2003
Track Files
MP3
MP3 3.2 MB • 128 kbps • 0:00
Story behind the song
I wasn't exactly the best kid
Lyrics
I grew up, first time I saw that green
I was on the scene with my big bro acting mean
Slipping in between the cracks in the floor
A little wasn't enough I had to get more
So soon I took a look at the way game shook
I read it like a book and chiseled out my nook
I put down the figures on paper with a passion
quick to take action not much relaxing
All my crew asking what you gonna do
I said shit I'm bout to make more money than most do
Soon we can toast to the papers that I got
I learned the game and logically locked down the block
So fresh, so hot, with supply and demand
At one point I was making 25 off a gram
For fifty in a pound made me thirteen hundred wow
And the money came down it was all good now
Oh no, it was all about the paper dough....
It all just goes to show....
Everybody's always out for mo
Oh no Oh no Oh no....
I was meant to stack my dough
I'm more than the average joe
In fact I run game like a pro
Oh no, Oh no.
I awoke broke with no weed to toke
My first breath every morning was enough to make me choke
But I had hope, my head was high to the sky
But I sold dope, cuz money made me so fly
That I picked quick money over not being a dummy
Took to the trade like a tapeworm to food in my tummy
It was so easy my shit was so greasy
So blatant that even blind peeps could see me
Whatchya need see I got a plethora of drugs
Rolling in a 4runner with the bumps of a thug
Three Fifteens, custom-fitted in between
My hideaway holes in the side for the weed
Had to hide it from the cops, pestering never stopped
Everytime I used the celly I heard an echo of my talk
It seems I'd been spotted slanging sacks at the park
At the school, at the mall, fuck it anywhere that was dark
Oh no, it was all about the paper dough....
It all just goes to show....
Everybody's always out for mo
Oh no Oh no Oh no....
I was meant to stack my dough
I'm more than the average joe
In fact I run game like a pro
Oh no, Oh no.
Something had to stop, something had to give
D-E-A didn't like it, but shit I had to live
I did what I did cuz as a little kid
I imagined having money stacks much like a pimp
As it turns out, business was my calling
Either that or shot calling cuz I was big balling
Every day I made a G, I was like Ooh wee
All this money made and all I did was sell trees
I felt like I was in fact above the law
For a long time I was until they tailed my car
So to sum it all up I tried to cut my ties
That night I was in cuffs when I did realize
It was too late, my fate was predestined
Police had the nerve to try an teach me a lesson
Grilling and pressing, info they must know
Too bad, soo sad, I said hell no po-po
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