Dj Quik - Safe + Sound lyrics

["*" indicates talkboxing] ~Static~ "Quik you're not a gangster, we're not" ~Static~ [Intro] Some believe in love and some believe in friends But n***as like me believe in making ends Cause even when your b**h wants to trick around *You know that money's got you safe and sound* [Verse 1] Now I'm bout to take it back to 84, when I was 14 Kickin' back in the trees, Westside if you please And 436 west spruce was the spot With me Wayne, Mike, Shot, Nookie, Slug, and Rock Donzelly if ya with me than let that sh** kick If your head ain't spinning from dippin' all them sticks Cause way back in the day they used love a wet baggie Screaming "Órale ese" with them laces on a caddy And you couldn't deny a hit from that buddah tye Going round and round the driveway, now it's coming my way And I'm zoned out at a young age And the whole spruce street was my stage Peep now back then I was in the 8th grade steady But n***as my age was getting paid already Yeah like that n***a Zam or even young Blue They made they first million by the age of 22 Like Dan from Cedar block him and little Motor James from Piru street with them boulders Rest in peace little Noopy he didn't have to brag Rollin to the 10 grade in a fint 0 rag Well Goddamn how can I be down? I ask my sister Jack for some help and she told me look around n***a they don't sell dope it sells itself While they kickback and just collect the wealth And now I'm thinking ain't nothing fly about these dirty a** khakis T-shirt dingy, prowings tackie This could be a way to flip that little funky twenty dollars that I earned Right then is when I learned that [Hook] Some believe in Jesus, some believe in Allah But n***as like me believe I'm making dollars Cause even when yo n***as wanna be untrue *You know that money's still good to you* Some believe in love and some believe in friends But n***as like me believe in making ends Cause even when yo b**h wants to trick around *You know that money's got you safe and sound* [Verse 2] Peep, I gets a dub on the 1st and 15th for a fact So instead of spending it up I gave my money to Jack Now she jump in the regal and said I'll be right back When she came in she put me down with a plastic sack I turned my 40 into 80 and that was my profit I'm keepin' my rocks in the house and not in my pocket Sister Jackie's in the kitchen with some boiling water, baking soda Fresh powder, baby bottles, making more boulders Checking a fat grip slanging rocks to tricks Donzelly dippin' sticks went and bought him a 6 And 500 block peach running thangs ya see Moving gallon after gallon and key after key I'm telling you I done seen it all From n***as hitting the sherm so hard they pa** out on the wall From cluckers wanting a hit so bad they let there panties fall Teeth rotten, hair gone, and whole checks get blown But then I'm still breaking these pebbles like bam bam Saved them, splitting rocks to the um tic toc I went from wearing khakis to Sergio Tacchini While my rocks is disappearing like the great Houdini I bought a gang of clothes, all of my equipment And getting something new with each and every shipment Money gets made and money gets spent And how these jealous n***as acting only makes it evident that [Hook] [Verse 3] Check now in 1988 I moved away to L.A My n***as Playa Hamm and Gina gave me a place to stay On my way up from bottom rock b**hes starting to jock Cause my hair is getting longer And game's getting stronger To pull my on weight I went and got me a job But by then Hamm and Gina really started to squab About weather I should go or stay She told him either he goes or you go we both was on our way So he moved and took me with him on 2001 Browning Clowning with players all around me just astounding My n***a pimpin' Carl got staring with that hair and Rolling up and down the street in that rag 7 with Darren Shaby blue feathered as he swerved In the El Co p-6 park away from the curve Big Jam L.A Mike, Darryl, Nicki on the bike That n***a Top, Big Shane, and Tweed rolling up the weed And hoes just come and go, in and out Revolving door leaving with some nut in they mouth I'm making a living of pimpin' so you fools can't trip Cause even though I love God I also love my grip [Hook] [Outro] *Ooh, ooh yeah Safe and sound, yeah Safe and sound baby Ooh, ooh, yeah Safe and sound yeah Safe and sound Gotta let you know Gotta let you know Gotta let you know Compton's in the house*