[Daz intro]
(Who is it?) Mac Shawn
(Who is it?) The Mac!
(Sup? What you need) I don`t know quarter, half or something, what? Fifty?
(Oh you need a fifty sac?) Yeah get me the fifty
(Hold on, I got half for $250) Cash?
(Dropping zones is $500 more) Oh my God
(So what you need is what I got) Man, give it to me now
[Daz Verse 1]
I get up early in the morning, I`m yawning, I`m tired as fuck
My body aching, thanking God that I made it as much as I need
Bread, my mamma covered me under the shadow
With the niggas that I meet on the street that I have to battle
At a celebrity status, opportunities I`m grabbing
If it`s weed, or a better life I got to have it
With my homies I`m smoking, I`m taking away the pain
With the problems that hold me down, and it seems to be strange
It ain`t no thang to handle my situation just like a G
Without them dollars, I could say that my life is incomplete
And to the world I`m a dogg pound gangsta
Making paper, who gives a fuck if I`m busting on playa haters
I can`t stand an infiltrater who`s suppose to be your homie
But later, in the end realize that he`s a phony
To the police that raided my shit, making my shit hot again
I relocated, came up on a jack pot of ends
Got to hand it to myself, giving it all that I got
Everyday I gain money nigga, come up on glocks
You know, but I guess that I`m up on thangs for sure
And I hear money knocking at my door
[Chorus 2X]
But I guess that I`m up on thangs for sure
And I hear money knocking at my door
Can I hear money knocking at my door
Can the police be coming for the weed and the yo
Can it be a customer looking for a dub
I think they out just to set me up
[Daz Verse 2]
I`m more popular than ever, take me out nigga never
Will I die clocking a million on my way up to the ladder
It don`t matter nigga, what the fuck did I do
Plus I got to keep it real and to myself stay true
I`m draped in blue and gray but I`m straight making it happen
Robbin` or slangin` or I got to stay focused on rapping
It`s all about the legitimate way to make ya pay
No fun in LA, or Long Beach, or compton, or Watts
Wherever I lay my head down to sleep
Thanking God for my children and my soul`s at peace
Yeah, am I the father I try to be?
Between me and the mamma it`s drama won`t let it be
See I`m on my own, got`s to move on
Bitches to lend on, use `em and then just get the fuck on
If I boned, I fucked, it ain`t no thang
Like the pussy is attracted to the fortune and fame
Running bitches like a video game, it ain`t no thang
Had the freak of the week last week, it wasn`t no thang
It`s like that, freak nasty
I know you fine but you look like lassie BIATCH!
[Chorus 2X]
But I guess that I`m up on thangs for sure
And I hear money knocking at my door
Can I hear money knocking at my door
Can the police be coming for the weed and the yo
Can it be a customer looking for a dub
I think they out just to set me up
[Daz Outro]
Y`all know when y`all selling dope
And everybody knocking at the mother fucking door
You don`t know who it is
It could be your mother, could be your brother,
could be the police, could be the feds,
and it could be a nigga coming to smoke your ass
So watch who you open that door for, Aight, Ok, Alright!
Yeah, this game is like a bubble
There`s always a player hater that wants to prick it
But you got to let that bubble rise to it`s highest level
Away from the bullshit
Let it float, let it flow
The way smooth shit go, with or without a low
Without money or without a whore
Because the highest power`s gonna see you through it
For sure, because that`s where belief comes in with self
Let it go, let it flow
(you know what, you right)
