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    "Safe + Sound" Lyrics

    DJ Quik

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    ~Static~ "Quik you're not a gangster we're not" ~Static~

    Some beleive in love and some beleive in friends
    But niggaz like me beleive in making ends
    Cause even when your bitch wants to trick around
    You know the moneys got you safe and sound

    Now i'm bout to take it back to 84,when I was 14
    Kickin back in the trees
    Westside if you please
    And 436 west spruce was the spot
    With me Wayne, Mike, Shot, Nookie, Slug, and Rock,
    Donzelly if ya with me than let that shit kick
    If your head aint spinning from dippin all them sticks
    Cause way back in the day they used love a wet baggie
    Screaming "HORALE ESE" with them laces on a caddy
    And you could'nt deny
    A hit from that buddah tye
    Going round and round the driveway
    Now it's coming my way
    And i'm zoned out at a young age
    And the whole spruce street was my stage
    Peep now back then I was in the 8th grade steady
    But niggaz my age was getting paid already
    Yeah like that nigga Zam or even young Blue
    They made they first million by the age of 22
    Like Dan from Cedar block him and little Motor
    James from Piru street with them boulders
    Rest in peace little Noopy he did'nt have to brag
    Rollin to the 10 grade in a fint 0 rag
    Well Goddamn how can I be down?
    I ask my sister Jack for some help and she told me look around.
    Nigga they don't sell dope it sells itself
    While they kickback and just collect the wealth
    And now i'm thinking ain't nothing fly about these dirty ass khakis
    T-shirt dingy, prowings tackie
    This could be a way to flip that little funky twenty dollars that I earned
    Right then is when I learned that

    (chorus)
    Some believe in Jesus
    some believe in Allah
    But niggaz like me believe im making dollars
    Cause even when yo niggaz wanna be untrue
    You know the money's still good to you

    Yes Yes

    Some believe in love and some believe in friends
    But niggaz like me believe in making ends
    Cause even when yo bitch wants to trick around
    You know the moneys got you safe and sound

    Peep I gets a dub on the 1st and 15th for a fact
    So instead of spending it up I gave my money to Jack
    Now she jump in the regal and said i'll be right back
    When she came in she put me down with a plastic sack
    I turned my 40 into 80 and that was my profit
    I'm keepin my rocks in the house and not in my pocket
    Sister Jackie in the kitchen with some boiling water, baking soda,
    Fresh powder, baby bottles, making more boulders
    Checking a fat grip slanging rocks to tricks
    Donzelly dippin sticks went and bought um a 6
    And 500 block peach running thangs ya see
    Moving gallon after gallon and key after key
    I'm telling you I done seen it all
    From niggaz hitting the sherman and the passout on the wall
    From cluckers wanting a hit so bad they let there panies fall
    Teeth rotten hair gone,
    and whole checks get blown
    But then i'm still breaking these pebbles like bam bam
    Saved them, splitting rocks,
    to the um tic toc
    I went from wearing khakis to Sergio Teccini
    While my rocks is disappearing like the great Whodini
    I bought a gang of clothes, all of my equiptment
    And getting somthing new with each and every shipment
    Money gets made and money gets spent
    and how these jealous niggaz acting only makes it evident that

    (chorus)
    Some believe in Jesus
    some believe in Allah
    But niggaz like me believe im making dollars
    Cause even when yo niggaz wanna be untrue
    You know the money's still good to you

    Yes Yes

    Some believe in love and some believe in friends
    But niggaz like me believe in making ends
    Cause even when yo bitch wants to trick around
    You know the moneys got you safe and sound

    Check now in 1988 I moved away to L.A.
    My niggaz Playa Ham and Gina gave me a place to stay
    On my way up from bottom rock
    Bitches starting to jock
    Cause my hair is getting longer
    And games getting stronger
    To pull my on weight I went and got me a job
    But by then Ham and Gina really started to squab
    About weather I should go or stay
    She told him either he goes or you go we both was on our way
    So he moved and took me with him on 2001 Browning,
    clowning with playas all around me just astounding
    My nigga pimpin Carl got staring with that hair an
    Rolling up and down the street in that rag 7 with Darren
    Shaby blue feathered as he swerved
    In the El Co p-6 park away from the curve
    Big Jam L.A Mike, Darryl, Nicki on the bike
    That nigga Top, Big Shane, and Tweed rolling up the weed
    And hoes just come and go in and out
    Revolving door leaving with some nut in they mouth
    I'm making a living of pimpin so you fools can't trip
    Cause even though I love God I also love my grip

    (chorus)
    Some believe in Jesus
    some believe in Allah
    But niggaz like me believe im making dollars
    Cause even when yo niggaz wanna be untrue
    You know the money's still good to you

    Yes Yes

    Some believe in love and some believe in friends
    But niggaz like me believe in making ends
    Cause even when yo bitch wants to trick around
    You know the moneys got you safe and sound

    (talk box)

    oooooooooooooo,ooooooooooooooooooo yeah
    safe and sound yeah
    safe and sound baby
    ooooooooooooooo,ooooooooooooooooooo yeah
    safe and sound yeah
    safe and sound
    gotta let you knoooooow
    gotta let you knoooooow
    gotta let you knoooooow
    Comptons in the house
    This song was submitted on February 18th, 2005 and last modified on November 24th, 2016.
    Copyright with Lyrics © Warner/Chappell Music, Inc., Universal Music Publishing Group.
    Written by Shuggie Otis, David Marvin Blake, George Archie.
    Lyrics licensed by LyricFind.

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