Oooohh

Uh


It's the same ol' %#@! in the same $$# place
my studio smells like ten ash trays

my ^!$$% still gettin' too $#&@ed up
And I'm still smokin' too much blunts
Haters always gon' run they mouth

And keep tryin' to take me out
Mama always gonna worry herself
And me I can't forget the pain I felt

Even though I drive a new 6 double 0
They be thinkin' like "What is Los frontin' for?"
I bought a club and they filled up with envy

Now every body pissed cuz they can't get in free
New enemies still poppin' up
Throw away gats still chop 'em up

I walk in and the whole club stands still
More money more problems that's real


This is what an ol' G told me
filthy rich and dyin' lonely
"$#&@ a benz and $#&@ a rolly, life is what you make it, homie."


This is what an ol' G told me
filthy rich and dyin' lonely

"$#&@ a benz and $#&@ a rolly, life is what you make it, homie."

My little baby-girl just turned 6

I gave her the biggest room in my crib
she gets what she wants so does her mama
I don't think they know the value of a dollar

fine-ass (*##$es all in my limosine
I just wish I was jumpin' on my trampoline
But my babies I miss my children

To me that's worth more than trillions and trillions
She calls me "Fat-boy" says I'm "loco"
And she doesn't understand when I gotta go

Hope she doesn't think I don't wanna be wit her
Hope she knows that it hurts not to be wit her
Hope she knows that wit her I'm the happiest

I can't make it to her piano practices
When I was young my ol' man left us
And I pray dat she won't be like I was


This is what an ol' G told me
filthy rich and dyin' lonely

"$#&@ a benz and $#&@ a rolly, life is what you make it, homie."

This is what an ol' G told me

filthy rich and dyin' lonely
"$#&@ a benz and $#&@ a rolly, life is what you make it, homie."


Playa hataz wanna play me close
Do you really wanna meet Carlos?
Do you really wanna feel my wrath?

Mad cuz your (*##$ want my aut-o-graph
^!$$% I don't wanna $#&@ yo' hoe
But I'll let her suck my dick and lick my $$#-hole (ha-hah)

Started out with a silly game of footsie
Now I got her eatin' out her best friends #~!!@
Rollin' hydro sippin' on Chris

When I was broke I would dream about this
Get my back rubbed in a big bath tub
I don't know her name but she's showin mad love

I got 7 G's sittin' in my pants
And my jewlry is underneath those lamps
I'm gettin' sleepy all you hoes gotta bail

Once again I'm in the bed by myself
All alone in another city
I get my bill the Chris was 9.50

2 G's for them bottles of Don P
It was just me and the hoes was free


This is what an ol' G told me
filthy rich and dyin' lonely
"$#&@ a benz and $#&@ a rolly, life is what you make it, homie."

This is what an ol' G told me

filthy rich and dyin' lonely
"$#&@ a benz and $#&@ a rolly, life is what you make it, homie."

Yeah, $#&@ a benz, $#&@ a rolly, family comes first, and I'm alone,
Ye-e-e-eah.

This is what an ol' G told me, He died lonely...