Fatha Figga

Hustlas, ballers, players

Yeah, uh

The father figure

It don't stop

Uh, it don't stop

Uh, it don't stop

One love, one love

I was raised in the inner city by ballers with diamonds

Climbin' the Benzes, rollin' Philles, we younger minors

Me, I be the one that's only 12 years old

Crankin' off the hook from cousin, let me sport his gold

And I was told to put it down, and keep it real

Like three times crazy young player about the scrill

In this California lifestyle that I live

Them playas is havin' money man in plushed out cribs

Survivin' in the city is a serious task

Didn't know the man wanted, didn't have time to ask

'Cause I'm 'bout it like the TRU

One love to real hustlers, straight dollars for two

Gangstas, ballers, and hustlers too

Baby, youngsters wanna be like you

You're the father figure of today

We need to find a better way

We at the afterparty, chillin 'cause we ain't no punks

Some cats is in the back with macks and gold fronts

With sacks they post up, you know we be watchin'

Thinkin' they got it crankin', playa we got it poppin'

Now bitin' over dirty work, that ain't cool

With cats in drop 'Vettes in mobs and old schools

We rob them old fools, won't you amount your scratch

Respect them young G's, they the ones that's strapped, ya know

Dogg Pound, that's the sound, check around, uh, we hold it down

It's the super duper, yes the Snoop-a

Comin' through, in all gray and blue

Kickin' the game to the playas from the bay

All over the world and out the UK

Everybody around they love Snoop D-O double to the G

'Cause I'm what they love, you see

I'll break 'em, shake 'em and I make 'em and I take 'em

To the whale, leave 'em in a spell

And I got a little story to tell

For all my homies that's locked up in jail

I kick it to ya give it to ya for real

'Cause I know y'all dealin with the reals every day

And to get killed ain't nothin' to laugh about

But some niggas goin' out so sideways

Make me wanna get me a bulletproof

Hoo ride and slide around town in

But yet and still, if I get peeled

My niggas gon' ride forver and that's real

Ain't no stoppin', we ain't coppin' no please

We spit game for all the real G's

Feel up the heavy, they love to have it

They love to take it to the dome, yeah, it's on

Meanwhile back in the lab

Paper was gettin' stacked, hatas was gettin' mad

Confidential information exchanged up on the regular

One dead head, two steps a my competitor

Catch 'em slippin' 'cause they just been bought

Got directions to the house and the keys to the vault

Well, let me open up this bundle of money, each off a half

Pullin' capers with cousin Snoop, Kurrupt and young Daz

In for the cash

Man, this gang is thick

If one caught up in the track

We can all get sick

And have 'em shook

The four O' crook didn't leave a clue

Snoop D-O double G tell 'em what you gon' do

I'll keep doin what I'm gon do

With my nigga J.T., the Bigga Figga, that's my nigga

Representin' (Frisco, in case you didn't know)

We blow by like Jerry Rice

Come back with styles that are oh, so nice

Snoop D-O double to the G from the LBC

You gots to have (cash) to make it these days

You could make it at least a hundred different (ways)

I go the man and I get a (8 track)

Make me a beat (smoke me a sack)

Roll up some fat ass (uh, uh, uh)

Blaze with my homies and it's on like that y'all

Yeah, it don't stop like that

Yeah, it don't stop like that

Yeah, it don't stop like that

Gangstas, ballers, and hustlers too

Baby, youngsters wanna be like you

You're the father figure of today

We need to find a better way

Gangstas, ballers, and hustlers too

Baby, youngsters wanna be like you

You're the father figure of today

We need to find a better way

Hustlers, ballers and gangstas too

Baby, youngsters wanna be like you

You're the father figure of today

We need to find a better way

Gangstas, ballers