[Verse 1: Coolio Da' Unda' Dogg]
I done came a long way since I made my first demo
Fuck with my first bitch, rollin' my first limo
A memo, we up, gat and get grooves up
Always cuttin' the school and drinkin' those brews up
Coolio G-Nut, pico the loco
Straight up out of Watts to the Crest on the vocals
Always have visions of myself being incarcerated
For life on 187, you know gang related
Or gettin' smoked by a rival enemy
Sow off the Harrison Ross they'll be sending me
Eight tray and eight fo', those were the years
That a nigga started kickin' up dust with his peers
Now it's nine years later, I got a conviction
Mobbin the feds, monetary addiction
Still got cases pending, them bankers real folk
211 zone suckaz, motor vehicles
Never caught that 187 so I lucked up
If I catch it now I'm definitely fucked up
Can't get caught with a strap and if I do
The feds will break a nigga off seven times two
I lounge on my creek while I'm packing my shit
If I have to go down for the crown, that's it nigga
[Chorus: Coolio Da' Unda' Dogg, Dubee AKA Sugawolf]
We gon do what we gots to do to you
To get paid, fuck if the feds rain
Cause we hittin' like pitts, no bullshit
And if those scrillions, makin' millions
We gon do what we gots to do to you
To get paid, fuck if the feds rain
Cause we hittin' like pitts, no bullshit
And if those scrillions, makin' millions
[Verse 2: Coolio Da' Unda' Dogg]
Still down with the cause, muthafuck the effect
I ain't on no ballots to win any election
But some sense of affection, need some protection for my erection
Slap Mr. Jim hat on to my bozak
Tim and I, it's tight, we kick it where the hoes at
Bitches on the jock, bout a dozen of bakers
Talkin' on my drop like Big's got the vapors
Da Unda' Dogg's the shit and hoes can't get with
The L.A. to the Bay, lost The Mac, rappin sicc shit
Never was a pimp or a simp or a busta
A jump or a punk, since ten I been a hustla
Trust nobody as far as I can see em
A government official, I wouldn't wanna be em
See, I'm gonna get what I gotta get fast as spit
And tell these muthafuckin bitches that's it nigga
[Chorus: Coolio Da' Unda' Dogg, Dubee AKA Sugawolf]
We gon do what we gots to do to you
To get paid, fuck if the feds rain
Cause we hittin' like pitts, no bullshit
And if those scrillions, makin' millions
We gon do what we gots to do to you
To get paid, fuck if the feds rain
Cause we hittin' like pitts, no bullshit
And if those scrillions, makin' millions
[Verse 3: Dubee AKA Sugawolf]
I'm just a raw rockin' nut til they get it, hoggin' with tactics
Eat em up in the dough fosho, what you know about that bitch
Regal, stack chips like Reno
Throw them around, see the people, in the game deep tho'
Can't freeload, gotta go get mo C-Notes
See you get critical, never pitiful
When your boy spit a bit of dose
Forty G's my inner dough, can't bullshit when I spit a dough
Gotta serve curves, then we ain't served, fuck em on track, workin' they nerves
Packin' my pistola, fo fever with no holster
Even fall to the likely hanky panky was the was the bait
Cause a nigga marking out for pussy playas was a trade
Game to the mo mo but a hoe go do her job
He a bond on his knob
I moved to the dough fosho, I'm on that bond
To keep you calm, hell nah nigga, and it ain't no need
If shit get outta pocket, I bet muthafuckas bleed
Sold for green and mandatory, I get G's
From the Mark A-V-E to the depths of the sea
And that's it nigga
[Chorus: Coolio Da' Unda' Dogg, Dubee AKA Sugawolf]
We gon do what we gots to do to you
To get paid, fuck if the feds break
Cause we hittin' like pitts, no bullshit
And if those scrillions, makin' millions
We gon do what we gots to do to you
To get paid, fuck if the feds break
Cause we hittin' like pitts, no bullshit
And if those scrillions, makin' millions
We gon do what we gots to do to you
To get paid, fuck if the feds break
Cause we hittin' like pitts, no bullshit
And if those scrillions, makin' millions
We gon do what we gots to do to you
To get paid, fuck if the feds break
Cause we hittin' like pitts, no bullshit
And if those scrillions, makin' millions