(feat. Snoop Dogg). Hustlas ballers players. Yeah uh. The father figure. It don't stop it don't stop. Uh it don't stop. One love one love. [J.T. The Bigga Figga]. I was raised in the inner city by ballers with diamonds. Climbin the Benzes rollin Philles we younger minors. Me I be the one that's only 12 years old. Crankin off the hook from cousin let me sport his gold. And I was told to put it down and keep it real. Like 3X Krazy young player about the scrill. In this California lifestyle that I live. Them playas is havin money man in plushed out cribs. Survivin in the city is a serious task. Didn't know the (?) wanted didn't have time to ask. Cuz I'm Bout It Bout It like the TRU. One love to real hustlers straight dollars for two. [Hook:]. Gangstas ballers and hustlers too. Baby youngsters wanna be like you. You're the father figure of today. We need to find a better way. [J.T. The Bigga Figga]. We at the afterparty chillin cuz we ain't no punks. Some cats is in the back with macks and gold fronts. With sacks they post up you know we be watchin. Thinkin they got it crankin playa we got it poppin. Now bitin over dirty work that ain't cool. With cats in drop 'Vettes in mobs and old schools. We rob them old fools won't you amount your scratch. Respect them young G's they the ones that's strapped ya know. [Snoop Doggy Dogg]. Dogg Pound that's the sound check around we hold it down. It's the super duper yes the Snoop-a. Comin through in all gray and blue. Kickin the game to the playas from the bay. All over the world and out the UK. Everybody around they love Snoop D-O double to the G. Cuz I'm what they love you see. I'll break em shake em and I make em and I take em. To the whale leave em in a spell. And I got a little story to tell. For all my homies that's locked up in jail. I kick it to ya give it to ya for real. Cuz I know y'all dealin with the reals every day and. To get killed ain't nothin to laugh about. But some niggas goin out so sideways make me wanna get me a. bulletproof. Hoo ride and slide around town in. But yet and still if I get peeled. My niggas gon ride forver and that's real. Ain't no stoppin we ain't coppin no pleas. We spit game for all the real G's. Feel up the (?) they love to have it. They love to take it to the dome yeah it's on. [J.T. The Bigga Figga]. Meanwhile back in the lab. Paper was gettin stacked hatas was gettin mad. Confidential information exchanged up on the regular. One dead head two steps a my competitor. Catch em slippin cuz they just been bought. Got directions to the house and the keys to the vault. Well let me open up this bundle of money each off a half. Pullin capers with cousin Snoop Kurrupt and young Daz. In for the cash. Man this gang is thick. If one caught up in the track we can all get sick. And have em shook. The four O crook didn't leave a clue. Snoop D-O double G tell em what you gon do. [Snoop Doggy Dogg] (Both). I'll keep doin what I'm gon do. With my (nigga J.T.) the Bigga Figga that's my nigga. Representin (Frisco in case you didn't know). (We blow by like Jerry Rice. Come back with styles that are oh so nice). Snoop D-O double to the G from the LBC. You gots to have (cash) to make it these days. You could make it at least a hundred different (ways). I go the man and I get a (8 track). Make me a beat (smoke me a sack). Roll up some fat ass uh uh uh. Blaze with my homies and it's (on like that y'all). [Hook] X 3