[Soopafly:]
I was the child of a general, son of a preacher man
Grown actin', there was nothin' you could teach a man

Hard headed young ^!$$%, blessed with the gift of music
Held it tight so I best not lose it
I was ready for the fast life, watch me prove it

Nothin' can stop me, head strong, awfully @@#!y
Ha, I was my own man, I'm not like Rodney
But the fact yet and still the game was not Monopoly

Kept me on my toes, I chose to open the door
I'm not like the rest, I was chose to rock the West
Back to a land where glocks and teflon bullets were active

Could it be the fact the streets were attractive?
Pullin' me closer, I've been used to broke but
Now I'm needin' somethin' more than that, $#&@ bein' poor and black

I could have sworn that I was livin' a dream
Cause I woke up to a blunt and a nine where I post up


Ha, like what the $#&@ is goin' on?
I wake up to a big $$# house, ^!$$% look outside
I got a driveway full of nice cars and %#@!

Ha, then I go to the bedroom
I got a closet full of fly $$# clothes and %#@!
I wake up like what the $#&@ happened?

You know what I'm sayin'?

Come to find out I've been down 10 years with a

All around gangsta click, Dogg Pound Gangsta Crip
First Platinum cut, "Who Got Some Gangsta %#@!"
Thought I had a child by a scandalous $$# fake (*##$

Hard to say I made beats with Dre
But it's true, Soopa' really did what most couldn't say
When I took my gift and worked my hands like magic

Didn't hang with no bustas, didn't hang with no !@$)gots
Makin' cash, life good, movin' it fast
With a down ^!$$%, had my best friend named Daz

Worked on a masterpiece from the minds of two
%#@! was dope like !@(%, we called it "Dogg Food"
I was standin' next to Snoop when they shot up the trailor

In New York doin' the video with snow on my Chuck Taylor's
It was crazy, bad things I thought was good
I was at The Source Awards lookin' up to Suge


Ha ha, now if that wasn't some dumb $$# %#@!
But that's alright though, ^!$$% was young

^!$$% was dumb, you know what I'm sayin'?
Livin' that fast life, yeah
I was havin' money, I was $#&@in' (*##$es

Ha, smokin' the best weed, y'all know how it is

I take myself back in time when I smoke on weed

I remember dinner with Pac the night he got free
On stage sayin' $#&@ a cop, workin' on albums
I could go to Snoop Dogg house 'cause I knew Calvin

Playin' ball with Nate Dogg, smokin' weed with Crips
I worked with one funny $$# ^!$$% but he was a (*##$
I remember sayin' so the day Dre left the Row

I was just hurt and %#@! was gettin' worse than before
Then the next couple years got crazy as hell
Pac got shot, Snoop bailed, Suge is in jail

Could have went to Loud Records but I signed to the Row
At first it was a money move, turned out a dummy move
Ha, from a pimp ^!$$%, now I'm just a nothin' dude

$#&@in' with the Devil had me back to broke
But the same ^!$$% wrote "Deep Cover", that was my loc
Looked out for these smooth hands, now I got new chance


Yeah, and I'm Dogghouse'd out now
Yeah, Soopafly back in that $$#

2005, y'all thought I was gone, but I'm back
Last ^!$$% standin', West Coast to the fullest
Ha, Dogg Pound ^!$$%, yeah

It don't stop, it don't quit
Ha, (*##$!