Lyrics Money 2 Fold - Bad Azz, Snoop Dogg, Kurupt

Money 2 Fold

A nigga feel so low that I can’t come up Dippin down the 101 blazin smoke
A trunk full of beats for y’all to go Kurupt, Snoop, let’s do the damn thang
Show all the little homies how the Dogg Pound bang
Dash, fast, the upper class
Went from low life to a brotha with cash
Spendin all of my time and like half my cash
Went from smokin dimes to smokin mafia bags
Went from sometimes to smokin all in the bath
And Lord knows I might host the Weed Award Show
I’m lookin for the 105 gettin off the 405
Be with this bad bitch, she livin in the south
I’m met her at the club with my nigga Gotti
5−3, thick, with a lot of pride
(Snoop Dogg)
That’s what I love about the homes (What's that?)
Its just like a nigga gettin trained, the homie spittin game
This shit makes no sense
I’m tryin to make a dollar out of 15 cents
Money and funny niggas don’t mix at all
And Cali’s the perfect whether to get your chips and ball
So you can touch it while you’re here or die without
I’d rather have it, since it really don’t matter
The world spin around much longer
They thought that the West Coast leave
But we still be float
Mo’money 2 fold
Nigga ice cold
Mo’money 2 fold
A G is a G which we all know
A bitch is a bitch as a hoes a hoe
Watch as I strut these, cousin, I’ma bank?
em bank?
em Dammit, it feels good, gangsta
Its three gangstas in a Cadillac
With tv’s, cd’s, some weed and three weeks
Chucks and French braids, blunts and gold chains
Hats and white T’s, fag acts like po-lice
When we on the East Coast we get nothin but love
All up in the club, DJ holla’d out who we was
I looked around, seen some MC’s and grabbed the mic
And then I lit they ass up to keep the party on the high
(Bad Azz)
Hit me on the Mottorola holla at the homie
Whats up sittin down sippin a Corona (What's up Kurupt!)
About to dip through, blaze up a quarta
Ounce, bounce with the homies and make the tour bounce
I like my Hennesey with Coke, I like my weed cronic smoke
I like my, Gin straight, my Benjamin’s big faced
My women get big face, my niggas get big lace
Big homes and big Bentley’s coup and star chrome
We rollin through the wild wild west
No respect to the click, who keeps it so dick
Most niggas probably wanna bust us or even duck us But the thing is we doin the right thing so you niggas can’t touch us The world spin around much longer
They thought that the West Coast leave
But we still be float
Mo’money 2 fold
Nigga ice cold
Mo’money 2 fold
I been no one fuck a little bit give me a lot
I want a steak not an 8-gun on a block
I want a skyscraper, not no apartment building
And I want billions in case I got part with millions
In case anybody ain’t reach the top, thats cause they ain’t deserve to Now shut the fuck up before I get my guns out
And I ain’t playin no games
So check a nigga I ain’t sayin no names
How move it, who I move, but that’s what they want
But they just can’t see me, I slide up on?
em Nigga that don’t work his shit up off a coke
Work that bitch from a corner into a comba, nigga ya wanna?
Dippin down the block where all the homies at Fleetwoods and Lax on the homies straps
Nigga I rise for the hood home boy
What up Dogg, it all ain’t good home boy
Like we said before, your face to the floor
We holding up your motherfucking candy store
And don’t nobody get up til we hit the door
I said lay down and don’t get up!
Dogg Pound gangstas in grey and blue
Took over the world just by staying true
You can bang to the boogie and hang out all late
But get some money 2 fold cause the game don’t wait
The world spin around much longer
They thought that the West Coast leave
But we still be float
Mo’money 2 fold
Nigga ice cold
Mo’money 2 fold