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PERFORMING ARTISTS
2nd II None
2nd II None
Performer
DJ Quik
DJ Quik
Keyboards
Robert "Fonksta" Bacon, Jr.
Robert "Fonksta" Bacon, Jr.
Guitar
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
D. Barnett
D. Barnett
Lyrics
K. McDonald
K. McDonald
Lyrics
D. Blake
D. Blake
Composer
DJ Quik
DJ Quik
Arranger
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
2nd II None
2nd II None
Co-Producer
DJ Quik
DJ Quik
Producer
Sean Freehill
Sean Freehill
Engineer
Howie Weinberg
Howie Weinberg
Mastering Engineer

Lyrics

Let's take a trip on The other side of the land With things ain't planned For the average man You could be a young brother Who's rolling And be so good That you hold him Big brain, top brain Mister Two-co who got All the hoes Pushing hard To keep from being bound 'Cause there's always somebody Trying to bring you down Try to run a scheme On what you got 'Cause what you got Them niggas jot Women love it And brothers hate it They just can't stand To see you make it A girl can be Your main downfall She don't take half The hoe takes all Now check to see How your cards are dealt And stay true to yourself Keep cool, little girl You got what you deserve Don't copycat when A rich hoe's splurge 'Cause you know You might break yourself Trying to keep up With somebody else Waiting for the mailman To bring you a check Money all gone Now you're a wreck Taking your friends out For a big feast You wanna treat and You don't even eat Looking all stupid With a messed up grin Trying to be nice So you can fit in Couldn't get your hair done Now you're unhappy 'Cause your head all nappy And it's a shame You ain't got no money Girl, that shit ain't funny No friends to cope You're dope Should been true to yourself Mom always told me There'd be days like this On top of all of this bullshit Never, ever let A young girl make you Let alone, a hoe break you Being strong in the mind Will make you a true And make you jack no money Make them jack you Yo, K, come express how you feel Show 'em how to be real True, open your eyes and look The best friend might be the crook You solved the case but you Still winded up saying nothing Yet, that's your best friend Till the end Now he in trouble Where's the friend He left with a hoe And you're stuck Outta luck, nobody else helps You should been true to yourself Yeah, this shit goes out To all them people Ain't true to theyself Running up behind somebody else Following in they shadow Get on your own shit, fools Stay out the next man nuts We out
Writer(s): Burt Bacharach, Hal David Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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