[WC]   Uhh, yeah! What's crackin y'all? Dub C   Still chasin this cheese, puttin it down   Whassup Nate?   [Chorus: Nate Dogg]   Nigga I ain't rich yet, I'm still stackin G's (dem dolla dolla dollars)   Ain't afraid to bust back, paper's all I need (we rider rider riders)   Nigga I ain't rich yet, I'm still stackin G's (yeah, yeah)   Ain't afraid to bust back, paper's all I need    [WC]   Check it out   What they hittin fo'? Look I'm sick of all this chattin   Bullshit rappin, let's really get it a-crackin   Y'all niggaz ain't ready fo' a nigga that's gettin paper   Foe scraper, dice shaker, the white, Chuck Taylors   Dark fat laces and fetti with big-ass faces   Blue gators (?), X.O. by the cases   The rider ringleader with weed and my zag smashin   Ya bang ambassador, givin it up back at'cha blastin ya   Off brand assassin-er, jackin for figures c'mon   Totalled up a rock, with a repetitive offender   The purple tinter, the big spender   The realest nigga you know, smellin like doe doe and Pruno   Sick with the flow, swangin low-lows and Harleys   Gather the guests at my mansions and throw my parole parties   Ex criminal turned corporate; elevated my game to worldwide nation   Tippin on paper trippin nia   [Chorus]   [WC]   Big beans or big wings or big screens   Befo' y'all stands a ghetto nigga with big dreams   I throw the dice, close my eyes and rich roll 'em   Take my handkerchief and fold 'em, y'all know the slogan   Riders don't worry multiply shift gears   Toss fingers in the sky, fuck hoes and stay high   The bigger the lick the bigger the hit to cash it all   So whether they ready or not I'm snatchin it all   Wood grains and chrome frames the mode is hang   A trick that won't sang, transported dem thangs   Fuck the pain, give me a label ain't shit funny   Look I'm tryin to touch that Rush and Lyor Cohen's money   Get the Neville's money and blow doja with my stash on rich   And get my dick licked by the baddest bitch   Fade ya, real boy major with tough shit they ain't got   like three-way pagers, nigga I'm paper trippin   [Chorus]   [Nate Dogg]   Paper is all.. (dolla dolla dolla dolla dollars)   .. (dolla dolla dolla dolla dollars)   .. (dolla dolla dolla dolla dollars)   .. I need   [WC]   Testin testin, broadcastin live   All day unleaded'll go fo' forty-nine   No garbage no cut, just the bomb pow-wow   Gots to get my hands on that new body style   Floss all you nigga, toss liquor up   A rugged nigga smokin on a cigarette butt   Mashin and I ain't lettin the pedal up   Cause all these songs on my radio ain't ghetto enough   Shutted 'em up with the tank in the cut, I'm sweated to bust   Dub C'zy, fo'ever, gettin 'em up   Hands down I'm the motherfuckin man   Who else could take a gang hop and turn it to a national dance   Givin the fans a glance of a rider saggin his pants   with my rag on my cane standin in a penguin stance, nigga   Worldwidin, ridin, collidin   Fool it's sincerely yours the Ghetto Heisman, paper trippin   [Chorus]   [WC]   Dub C, ghetto extrordinaire, hood fabulous   Comin through with fingers in the air   Y'all know what time it is   [Nate] Nigga I ain't rich yet, I'm still stackin G's   [WC] Dem dolla dolla dollars