"Like Dis" lyrics
(feat. Big Pimpin')
See, we do it like this, it's just another day to get high
The first thing on my mind when I open my eyes
Is my pay's on layaway, and today's payday
And I'ma get paid today, and parlay through LA
Strap in the stash, pocket full of cash
Time to hit the beach and scoop Daz
How many hoes in your muthafuckin group?
Wanna fuck her up, Nate Dogg, Daz and Snoop
See, I thought you knew it takes two
Now what the fuck are me and D-A-Z pursuing?
If we flossin' The Lexus, head it to the cut
With about three or four different bitches to fuck
And stop at the stove
So I can get a [?] and make sure the hoe brought the indo
And like the homie Snoop said, man, fuck a bitch
And we do it like this
Every day in LA
On the street to the beach
As it go a lil somethin' like this
Every day in LA
And on the street to the beach
As it go a lil somethin' like this
Now we through with these hoes (See ya)
We tossed back, back and forth like Aaliyah
Me the G in this rarest form as I swarm, swarm, hittin' hard to form
(Who am I?) [?] looney loc OG, you know me, you see it's (Do or die)
Fuck around and be six feet deep
Tryna clown niggas in the Pound
I catch hoes just on my stylistic fly
Psycho, sadistic, and realistic fly
Disrespect, that's the only thing left so
So take a hint, that's why niggas are sent to death
Life's do or die, that's why we stay high
And we do what we gotta do to survive
In the streets of LA, in the streets of Long Beach
Always and forever this DPG
Every day in LA
As I go in lil somethin' streets like this
Every day in LA
And on the street to the beach
Now I done seen a lot of muthafuckas talk shit but not back shit
I pack shit to counteract shit, swift
With the .45 and two clips, let's dip
Cause muthafuckas like to set trip
And I brought mines, did you bring yours in?
Why you tryna start shit when we're tryna stop niggas from waring?
According to these actions, I'm packin'
Strapped in, down for cappin' or scrappin'
When any nigga goin' toe to toe
Didn't you know, silly asshole, this the row?
But now you understand what you need
To pursue with you and your crew
You know all I've ever wanted to do was maybe to send you to the streets to make my ends meet
But I did it with a feeling that was so, so, so for real
And as it go like this
Every day in LA (I did it like that)
And on the street to the beach
We Big Pimpin', nigga
Yeah, nigga, and I'm tryna send everythang that needs to be sent
Cause I gotta pay my damn rent
All your momma's involved with this, ooh wee
(And on the street to the beach)
You say your daddy's involved with this?
(Every day in LA) Ooh wee
(And on the street to the beach)
Cause I'm finna send ya your daddy, your mama, your grandmama, your grandpapa, ooh wee
Check yo silly ass, ah, Big Pimpin in the house
Rollin' in the right lane, tryna find the right thang, not even catchin' an Amtrak train
Just the poetry, the feeling that comes from the soul
Even if you don't fly
You find yourself just wanna get high, just to substitute the pain
The first thing on my mind when I open my eyes
Is my pay's on layaway, and today's payday
And I'ma get paid today, and parlay through LA
Strap in the stash, pocket full of cash
Time to hit the beach and scoop Daz
How many hoes in your muthafuckin group?
Wanna fuck her up, Nate Dogg, Daz and Snoop
See, I thought you knew it takes two
Now what the fuck are me and D-A-Z pursuing?
If we flossin' The Lexus, head it to the cut
With about three or four different bitches to fuck
And stop at the stove
So I can get a [?] and make sure the hoe brought the indo
And like the homie Snoop said, man, fuck a bitch
And we do it like this
Every day in LA
On the street to the beach
As it go a lil somethin' like this
Every day in LA
And on the street to the beach
As it go a lil somethin' like this
Now we through with these hoes (See ya)
We tossed back, back and forth like Aaliyah
Me the G in this rarest form as I swarm, swarm, hittin' hard to form
(Who am I?) [?] looney loc OG, you know me, you see it's (Do or die)
Fuck around and be six feet deep
Tryna clown niggas in the Pound
I catch hoes just on my stylistic fly
Psycho, sadistic, and realistic fly
Disrespect, that's the only thing left so
So take a hint, that's why niggas are sent to death
Life's do or die, that's why we stay high
And we do what we gotta do to survive
In the streets of LA, in the streets of Long Beach
Always and forever this DPG
Every day in LA
As I go in lil somethin' streets like this
Every day in LA
And on the street to the beach
Now I done seen a lot of muthafuckas talk shit but not back shit
I pack shit to counteract shit, swift
With the .45 and two clips, let's dip
Cause muthafuckas like to set trip
And I brought mines, did you bring yours in?
Why you tryna start shit when we're tryna stop niggas from waring?
According to these actions, I'm packin'
Strapped in, down for cappin' or scrappin'
When any nigga goin' toe to toe
Didn't you know, silly asshole, this the row?
But now you understand what you need
To pursue with you and your crew
You know all I've ever wanted to do was maybe to send you to the streets to make my ends meet
But I did it with a feeling that was so, so, so for real
And as it go like this
Every day in LA (I did it like that)
And on the street to the beach
We Big Pimpin', nigga
Yeah, nigga, and I'm tryna send everythang that needs to be sent
Cause I gotta pay my damn rent
All your momma's involved with this, ooh wee
(And on the street to the beach)
You say your daddy's involved with this?
(Every day in LA) Ooh wee
(And on the street to the beach)
Cause I'm finna send ya your daddy, your mama, your grandmama, your grandpapa, ooh wee
Check yo silly ass, ah, Big Pimpin in the house
Rollin' in the right lane, tryna find the right thang, not even catchin' an Amtrak train
Just the poetry, the feeling that comes from the soul
Even if you don't fly
You find yourself just wanna get high, just to substitute the pain
