Exile - That Way lyrics

[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 n***a, 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 co*ky 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, f** 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 f** is goin' on? I wake up to a big a** house, n***a look outside I got a driveway full of nice cars and sh** Ha, then I go to the bedroom I got a closet full of fly a** clothes and sh** I wake up like what the f** 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 sh**" Thought I had a child by a scandalous a** fake b**h 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 f*ggots Makin' cash, life good, movin' it fast With a down n***a, had my best friend named Daz Worked on a masterpiece from the minds of two sh** was dope like h**n, 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 a** sh** But that's alright though, n***a was young n***a was dumb, you know what I'm sayin'? Livin' that fast life, yeah I was havin' money, I was f**in' b**hes 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' f** 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 a** n***a but he was a b**h I remember sayin' so the day Dre left the Row I was just hurt and sh** 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 n***a, now I'm just a nothin' dude f**in' with the Devil had me back to broke But the same n***a 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 a** 2005, y'all thought I was gone, but I'm back Last n***a standin', West Coast to the fullest Ha, Dogg Pound n***a, yeah It don't stop, it don't quit Ha, b**h!