Yeah   Gangsta      Tell me all my children 'fore I come through   Is the hood in the buildin'? Yes   You won't believe what I'm dealin', this West Coast shit   Oh, what a feelin', ahh      Niggaz think I'm drug dealin'   'Cause I rolled out with no muthafuckin' sealin', none   Is he worth a hundred million?   No need to ask Ice Cube how I'm livin', I'm livin' loc      I still got the recipe   South Central LA is the pedigree   Don't try to tell me what it better be   I have your ass up in physical therapy      I outlaw like a Cherokee   The rap industry tried to bury me   But if I die on a mike of a leraby   I'm so heavy you bitches couldn't carry me      Get money, spend money, no money   Lookin' like a dummy, I really don't give a fuck   Your money ain't my fuckin' money   Got a pocket full of money, c'mon homie, throw it up      Get money, spend money, no money   Lookin' like a dummy, I really don't give a fuck   Your money ain't my fuckin' money   Got a pocket full of money, c'mon homie, throw it up      I don't accept, no disrespect   Only thing I expect is self check   Just grin and bare it, got an ass whoopin'   That your ass don't wanna inherit      Most rappers are parrots, they say what   They told to say to get a neck fool of carrots   Got your momma embarrassed   How long 'fore they callin' us terrorists, nigga, I'm serious      I keep it gangsta but I keeps a job   'Cause it's hard to sleep when you steal and rob   And ya got to run , here comes the blob   'Cause Uncle Sam is like part of the Mobb      Break your self, he'll take your wealth   Don't get it twisted, you a muthafuckin' elf   And Santa Clause will go for self   All you got is your balls and your health      Get money, spend money, no money   Lookin' like a dummy, I really don't give a fuck   Your money ain't my fuckin' money   Got a pocket full of money, c'mon homie, throw it up      Get money, spend money, no money   Lookin' like a dummy, I really don't give a fuck   Your money ain't my fuckin' money   Got a pocket full of money, c'mon homie, throw it up      Niggaz brag about what they got   But we don't own a skyscraper, now that's paper   One generation from slums   Happy for these little crumb, you little bums      We saw you pull up but nigga shut up, shut up   You always talk about a fuckin' car or truck   You always talkin' 'bout some fuckin' rims on terrier   That kinda shit will keep an ass inferior      I'm tryna eat tomorrow, not tryin' to hear   'Bout the little bitty shit you ball   Saw your little bitty house on Cribs   Where you fuck your wife and feed your kids      Nigga be quiet, ain't shit private   Everythin' for sale, you can buy it   All this self snitchin', all this self tellin'   Muthafuckas goin' back to the watermelon      Get money, spend money, no money   Lookin' like a dummy, I really don't give a fuck   Your money ain't my fuckin' money   Got a pocket full of money, c'mon homie, throw it up      Get money, spend money, no money   Lookin' like a dummy, I really don't give a fuck   Your money ain't my fuckin' money   Got a pocket full of money, c'mon homie, throw it up      Get money, spend money, no money   Lookin' like a dummy, I really don't give a fuck   Your money ain't my fuckin' money   Got a pocket full of money, c'mon homie, throw it up      Get money, spend money, no money   Lookin' like a dummy, I really don't give a fuck   Your money ain't my fuckin' money   Got a pocket full of money, c'mon homie, throw it up