Southern Yea (This that shit boy) know how we do this (shit) What up This for all my in Mississippi Magnolia, McConnell (fightin you know) for all my boys in Tennessee (tell 'em) Holler at ya boy when I get (MJG and Eightball) All my in Houston GA (Georgia boys, in the hou) (We'll say sup to that New Orleans out there)
a Sunday a fun day, one day Away from Monday, and all day ain't no And everything is outside (why) Cuz? put his speech down and got all the brothers to For one cause, and that's how it is on up to rise on up dawg Each one teach one, let the lesson be It my fault your homie Tommy Boy got caught If he was slicker grease, he woulda been at peace Instead tryna ride the war was at cease
When me and Snoop was we always knew this kid named Tommy His parents died left him with gangit of money But Tommy was a hustler around the way Stayed on the northside of town, is he say He payed attention to whatever, was games so clever If the situation was bad it can only get He ran around the house
So he put us up on his He knew that we was riders so he wanted us on his (Uh, Tommy) money, size team (uh) Getcha man (He was out to get paid) Getcha man (Poor Tommy) money man (Me and Snoop on his team) (Get paid) Gotta that money man (Getcha money man) money man (Getcha money man)
Tommy was a rider, big Tommy had everything, it funny All the G's used to look up to him But there was no way, that the bigger could do him They would try him, try him, everytime he was But he never would slip, he had his grip And if he did, get away cuz he was just to fast Homie up Tommy, Tommy, Tommy's out to Get it, get it, get it, cuz ya gotta it And ya get make sure ya grab it and stab it Maintain it, it, the way ya gots to Cuz is somethin to rock to
Man, we up dollars and Caddies, Omiscious 'em for him We had to gather up cash - whoever it to him The hitman had hit us, runnin shit, and wantin to quit us, when the machine gun spit Now we deep in the game, now it's murder and drugs No involved when that nigga caught a slug Tommy told us it, that he's always down wit us The of the murder will be aquitted (young nigga)
Now on the streets is that Machine Gun Tommy, ridin on big ballers for a pasttime So if ya havin money, and ya smoke big First ya need is a security team And we provide, or should I say we for Tommy My compadre, and if he say "spray em", we So I suggest, you get the 'PG, or find yourself layin six dizzy
We was with big Tommy (Getcha money man. money man. getcha money man) On the streets doing his thang, gettin (Getcha man. getcha money man.) (Getcha man. getcha money man.) We was down with big (Getcha money man. getcha money man. getcha man) Me and Snoop still on his team, big pimps gettin We was down with big (Getcha man. getcha money man. getcha money man) We was with big Tommy (Getcha money man. money man.) me out now man
We had money, jewelry and cars Niggas who know us, finally know who we are We was to the neighborhood like presidents and mass, everytime he do a lick he break us off our share A couple of Tommy was on top of the world a party with the homies, invited gangs of girls
Yeah, it was off the hook We had from Indo to blow (Whhaaatt, you sniff blow?) Oh hell no, I got my whole life ahead of me, no to be sniffin If Tommy find out, boy be trippin So I A-Ok, but anyway Tommy got to say, to say, to say...
Aye here mayne, some people won't do for money Yea I had these two that was on my team Ya'know, down with me like the Grey It's always the niggas closest to ya, be the ones that try to get'cha, ya'knowhaImsayin Shit I heard these ladies the other day say pimpin was dead I not in my bed bitch Ah-ha, that's real, put that on my fiz-sound I'm a 'til I die, cuz I represent the big, as well as the ha-ha Big baby