Got Rich Twice Lyrics - The Ball Street Journal - E-40

Hustling till I die, drink the bar dry 

There go that man again, right back in the public eye 

Drunk like Mel Gibson, get high, got a ton of DUI's 

Cognac sipping, XO, me and my guys 

Born in colossal, living our lives 

Trying to get this bobble head bobbin' so she can follow me to my ride 

So I can make a dentist to convince her to open wide 

Kick her out when I'm finished, take my baller ass back inside 

Drug terminology, corner talk that's all I know 

California mentality, ask about me pimp I go 

You can check my track record, I don't like to feud 

But if I must I'll have your head severed 

Blacks live in traps, zones and projects 

Corner boy greeting crack in the apartment complex 

World wide outside of the Bay they give me my stacks 

Do business with head execs and corporate execs 

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He ain't going nowhere, the boy too nice 

He done it again and got rich twice 

Keep a thump on top 

We ain't broke, we papered up 

He ain't going nowhere, the boy too nice 

He done it again and got rich twice 

Keep a thump on top 

We ain't broke, we papered up 

Cut him off like an umbilical cord, turn off his lights 

We need to silence that brother, his voice too strong on the mike 

I make it look easy but it's not, I'm just doing Feazy 

Why should I stop now, pimp, The Game need me? 

Be a real one, pimp, go get it and do what he used to 

Trying to get this music scrapping, move it, push it and groove it 

Louis luggage, rugging and rushing my intellect 

Got suckas hollering and screaming my hood set 

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Designer socks on my Chevy box shaking the car 

You need my alpha minute, too heavy I can't stop 

Gaming plot, all my dudes on the grave clock 

Hope I die and rock on my funeral on my block 

The streets they don't play fair 

The mayor, he really don't care 

Momma worked 3 jobs, trying to keep a roof on hour heads 

Bologna sandwiches, pulled the mold off the bread 

He ain't going nowhere, the boy too nice 

He done it again and got rich twice 

Keep a thump on top 

We ain't broke, we papered up 

He ain't going nowhere, the boy too nice 

He done it again and got rich twice 

Keep a thump on top 

We ain't broke, we papered up 

Gotta a lil' thump, we got what you need 

If you want it, got to copy it from me 

We are sure you too could see that it's real 

Everywhere we go we burn down the hills 

Automatics and semi's, high performance and hemi's 

In the thick of the soil, we think Buick's is Bentley's 

Coffee pots boil, burn, fly, simmer and stew 

I'm off of this oil y'all, I hope you is too 

Out of the Beverly camp you need a crew 

Showing our underwear, exactly that's what we do 

Turf dropping and stacking and money making 

Surfing, earthquake slapping and trunk rattling 

He ain't going nowhere, the boy too nice 

He done it again and got rich twice 

Keep a thump on top 

We ain't broke, we papered up 

He ain't going nowhere, the boy too nice 

He done it again and got rich twice 

Keep a thump on top 

We ain't broke, we papered up 

Gotta a lil' thump, we got what you need 

If you want it, got to cop it from me 

We are sure you too can see that it's real 

Everywhere we go we burn down the hills 

Got rich twice, damn, got rich twice, damn 

Got rich twice, damn, got rich twice, damn 

Nigga, I'd done it again, damn 

Nigga, I'd done it again, damn 

Nigga, I'd done it again, damn 

Nigga, I'd done it again, damn