I Don’t Like to Dream About Gettin PaidTha Dogg Pound

[Verse 1: Dat Nigga Daz]
Working L.A., tryin' to get paid the right way
But somehow the right way don't pay
I'm comin' home late every night
Gotta struggle and fight
Wit' the base heads on the late night hype
Tryin' to creep in the house
Through the cut, for what?
So I won't be seen by none of the homies, but
The homie Nate Dogg spots me and say "Yo, what's happenin'?
Oh, you don't know me no more?", and passed me the satin
I said "Ah naw, it ain't like that, G
I'm trying to go straight and have a J-O-B"
"You need to quit that faggot ass job.", that's what he said
Showed me his grip and took some satin to the head
Damn that nigga had at least two G's
And he was clockin' it with so much ease
I told him I was gone so I'm headin' in the house
Everybody knocked out, so I'm locked out
I go back to the front where my homies is hangin' at
They offer me a cavi sack so I can start slangin' dat
They say "You ain't a hustler," I say "Don't doubt it
Hold dat thought and I'll think about it because..."

[Chorus: Nate Dogg]
[I've been dreamin' too long, too long, too long]
I don't like to dream about gettin' paid

[Verse 2: Dat Nigga Daz]
The thought's complete so let me take a seat
Since I was born and raised on the streets
I quit the job I had and cop myself a sack
Went from a double of fifty into a C-note stack
Within a week but my peak wasn't reached
I was gettin' too known on the north side of Long Beach
Niggas got to trippin' and I thought I heard it
So I went to the hood on 20th and Myrtle
I came up quick with some homies that I knew from way way back
And bid my sack
Or maybe it's seven, or was it eight hundred strong?
In other words Daz had it goin on
I bought myself a bucket, that's right, a bucket, bitch
Who you fuckin', my car or my dick?
My lifestyle switched a bit but my attitude didn't
I told all my old bitches good riddance
Cause when you got money, hoes come automatically
And old hoes don't do nothing but cause some static, see
I went from khakis to Guess, braids to a fade
I'm not Special Ed but I had it made
Livin' the life of a baller care free
Havin' bitches dyin' to sleep with me, ya see
But I went bankrupt from all the spendin' and gamblin'
Business was gettin' slow and I wasn't handlin'
Mine the way I was supposed to
Now I'm broke and on a jack mission, so don't get close to
Tha D.P.G. gang cause we scandalous when we broke
We get the doggs in us and we get to actin' like locs

[Chorus]

[Bridge: Nate Dogg]
Last night I had a dream
Felt so good it had to be
Me and my homies were gettin' paid
Man oh man, we had it made
Some homies want to roll with me
Some homies claim insanity
Well if you want to set trip I will
If you don't want to drop be still

[Verse 3: Kurupt]
Damn, I can't believe this
But you can best believe this day
I'm on another mission to get paid
Serve what I can serve, right? [Right]
So my pockets will stack up
Nigga, don't trip, nigga, back up [hold up]
I gots to react off the first impulse I find
But my mama thinks I should take my time
And work for mines
But how much work would it take
And how much money would I make
Wait
There's somethin' I gotta think about
But I ain't got that much time
Moms want a nigga out tha house
I ain't gettin' no younger, I'm only gettin' older
I'm only, thinkin' about what my mama told me
Now I'm a Dogg Pound Gangsta for life
And the fact that I'm out to get paid twice
I ain't nuttin' nice
Down to slang or pull a heist
Jack or break motherfuckers on the dice
That's real
Now what should I do
Just chill when it's time to peel caps and adapt to kill
I've concealed the concealed
So I've maintained for the salary
And my mentally is raw from the door
I go hard from the door
Up against all odds
Always down to squab
Dogg Pound for life
I survived 'til 95, day after day
Makin' hits wit D-A-Z to get paid, nigga, yeah

[Chorus]