[Soopafly]
I was the child of a general, son of a preacher man
Grown actin', there was nothin' you could teach a man
Hard headed young n***a, blessed with the gift of music
Held it tight so I best not lose it
I was ready for the fast life, watch me prove it
Nothin' can stop me, head strong, awfully cocky
Ha, I was my own man, I'm not like Rodney
But the fact yet and still the game was not Monopoly
Kept me on my toes, I chose to open the door
I'm not like the rest, I was chose to rock the West
Back to a land where Glocks and teflon bullets were active
Could it be the fact the streets were attractive?
Pullin' me closer, I've been used to broke but
Now I'm needin' somethin' more than that, fuck bein' poor and black
I could have sworn that I was livin' a dream
Cause I woke up to a blunt and a nine where I post up

Ha, like what the fuck is goin' on?
I wake up to a big ass house, n***a look outside
I got a driveway full of nice cars and shit
Ha, then I go to the bedroom
I got a closet full of fly ass clothes and shit
I wake up like what the fuck happened?
You know what I'm sayin'?
Come to find out I've been down 10 years with a
All around gangsta click, Dogg Pound Gangsta Crip
First Platinum cut, "Who Got Some Gangsta Shit"
Thought I had a child by a scandalous ass fake bitch
Hard to say I made beats with Dre
But it's true, Soopa' really did what most couldn't say
When I took my gift and worked my hands like magic
Didn't hang with no bustas, didn't hang with no faggots
Makin' cash, life good, movin' it fast
With a down n***a, had my best friend named Daz
Worked on a masterpiece from the minds of two
Shit was dope like heroin, we called it "Dogg Food"
I was standin' next to Snoop when they shot up the trailor
In New York doin' the video with snow on my Chuck Taylor's
It was crazy, bad things I thought was good
I was at The Source Awards lookin' up to Suge

Ha ha, now if that wasn't some dumb ass shit
But that's alright though, n***a was young
N***a was dumb, you know what I'm sayin'?
Livin' that fast life, yeah
I was havin' money, I was fuckin' bitches
Ha, smokin' the best weed, y'all know how it is

I take myself back in time when I smoke on weed
I remember dinner with Pac the night he got free
On stage sayin' fuck a cop, workin' on albums
I could go to Snoop Dogg house cause I knew Calvin
Playin' ball with Nate Dogg, smokin' weed with Crips
I worked with one funny ass n***a but he was a bitch
I remember sayin' so the day Dre left the Row
I was just hurt and shit was gettin' worse than before
Then the next couple years got crazy as hell
Pac got shot, Snoop bailed, Suge is in jail
Could have went to Loud Records but I signed to the Row
At first it was a money move, turned out a dummy move
Ha, from a pimp n***a, now I'm just a nothin' dude
Fuckin' with the Devil had me back to broke
But the same n***a wrote "Deep Cover", that was my loc
Looked out for these smooth hands, now I got new chance
Yeah, and I'm Dogghouse'd out now
Yeah, Soopafly back in that ass
2005, y'all thought I was gone, but I'm back
Last n***a standin', West Coast to the fullest
Ha, Dogg Pound n***a, yeah
It don't stop, it don't quit
Ha, bitch!