Southern Yea (This south shit boy) Y'all know how we do (shit) up fool This for all my in Mississippi Magnolia, (fightin south you know) for all my boys in Tennessee (tell 'em) Holler at ya boy I get there (MJG and Eightball) All my playas in GA (Georgia boys, in the hou) (We'll say sup to that New clique out there)
It's a a fun day, one day Away Monday, and all day ain't no gunplay 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 Wise on up to on up dawg Each one teach one, let the be taught It ain't my fault your homie Tommy Boy got If he was than grease, he woulda been at peace tryna ride while the war was at cease
When me and Snoop was kids we always knew kid named Tommy His parents died left him with kinds of money But was a hustler from around the way Stayed on the of town, is where he say He payed to whatever, they was games so clever If the was bad it can only get better He ran around the dope
So he put us up on his He that we was riders so he wanted us on his team (Uh, Tommy) Getcha money, size (uh) money man (He was out to get paid) Getcha man (Poor Tommy) Getcha money man (Me and on his team) (Get paid) Gotta have that man (Getcha money man) Getcha man (Getcha money man)
Tommy was a rider, big had everything, it wasn't funny All the younger G's used to up to him But there was no way, the bigger ones could do him They would try him, try him, everytime he was But he would slip, he always had his grip And if he did, he'd get away cuz he was just to Homie up Tommy, Tommy, Tommy's out to Get it, get it, get it, cuz ya gotta it And when ya get make ya grab it and stab it it, brain it, the way ya gots to Cuz this is to rock to
Man, we up dollars and Caddies, Omiscious 'em for him We had to gather up cash - owed it to him The hitman had hit us, niggas shit, and never wantin to quit us, when the machine gun Now we really deep in the game, now murder and drugs No names involved when that nigga caught a told us forget it, that he's always down wit us The problems of the murder will be (young nigga)
Now word on the streets is Machine Gun Tommy, on big ballers for a pasttime hobby So if ya money, and ya smoke big weed thing ya need is a security team And we provide, or should I say we ride for My compadre, and if he say "spray em", we So I suggest, you get the 'PG, or find yourself six feet dizzy
We was down big Tommy (Getcha money man. getcha money man. money man) On the doing his thang, gettin paid (Getcha money man. money man.) (Getcha man. getcha money man.) We was with big Tommy (Getcha money man. getcha man. getcha money man) Me and still on his team, big pimps gettin paid 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 expensive Niggas who didn't know us, know who we are We was important to the like presidents and mass, everytime he do a lick he us off our proper share A couple of days Tommy was on top of the Threw a party with the homies, invited of girls
Yeah, it was off the hook We had everything from Indo to blow (Whhaaatt, you blow?) Oh hell no, I got my life ahead of me, no time to be sniffin If Tommy find out, boy he'll be So I A-Ok, but anyway got somethin to say, to say, to say...
Aye look mayne, What some people won't do for Yea I had these two niggas that was on my Ya'know, down with me like the Grey It's always the niggas closest to ya, that be the ones try to get'cha, ya'knowhaImsayin Shit I heard ladies the other day say that pimpin was dead I said not in my bed Ah-ha, real, I'll put that on my fiz-sound I'm a 'til I die, cuz I represent the big, as well as the small Big baby