Various Artists - Top Dogg Cindafella lyrics

Cause I'm a baller that show no shame! "Young G, about to set the f**ing record straight" Once upon a time, in the place to be On the darkside of the see-P-T There lived a Young G, rolling weed and smog To make the story interesting it's me, the Top Dogg (Cindafella!) I lived in a shack with my O.G. dad And two big homies, who treated me bad I cooked, and cleaned, and scrubbed the floors And I was like an errand boy running to the liquor store The homies, they used to boast and brag "We got Chucks, and khakis that sag!" Even worse than that, to make me feel low They used to have me smoke stress, while they had indo The girls used to say, "D, you're so cute But you gets no rap with them bell bottom suits" Well, one day, on the Avenue There was a man, surrounded by the Compton crew He said, "Hear ye! Hear ye! Come one, come all! The princess is having a royal ball If you can rap, also dress fresh You might win a date with the ghetto princess" Well I, ran home when I heard the whole speech Bust through the door, straight to my O.G And I said, "O.G., may I?" And before I could finish, "Hell no!", he replied (Cindafella!) I got so mad, mad enough to blast Even Pops was aiming for a piece of that a** (Cindafella!) They haunted, they flaunted, they knew what I wanted "We goin' get some hoochies," that's what they taunted They laughed and joked, they hated on me They didn't want to see me f**ing up the M-I-see So they left the crib, with a smile on they face And as they stepped out they said, "Clean up this place!" [Chorus] (Cindafella plays the game!) Cause I'm a baller that show no shame! (Cindafella plays the game!) Cause I'm a baller that show no shame! Now I'm standin all alone, I just got dissed I'd smoke them all if I had one wish But before I make my thought a phrase There appeared the G in a puff of haze He said, "What's up, Dogg? My name is Suge I'm your gangsta Godfather, it's all to the good Now I came here with the main purpose Of granting you your fondest wish" I said, "Suge, what's popping dog? Just put me down with the Row And I know that I can handle these hoes for sure" He waved a Cuban cigar, and before you know My sacks of stress was an ounce of indo My clothes transformed from rags to silk suits And he transformed my hoopt' into a Lex Coupe "But you must rock the mic by stroke of twelve Or you'll turn back into your old self" [Chorus] Well I hit the hoochie ball at eleven o'clock Too flossy for the princess so she started to jock I got to the party 'bout ten, I'd say Hit the stage enraged and I started to rock By eleven thirty-five, I was all in the co*k (oh yeah!!) All my homies was amazed that the b**h was mines So I swooped to the Coupe at eleven fifty-nine This story doesn't end with no f**in gla** shoes All was left on the step was the rubber that I used [Chorus: x2] Cindafella! Cindafella! Cause I'm a baller that show no shame! Cindafella! Cindafella! Cindafella plays the game! Cindafella! Cindafella! Show no shame! Cindafella plays the game! Cindafella! Cindafella plays the game!