Automatic, systematic, do you do playa Just that money on ya mind In the traffic, Baller status, do you do playa Just on hustlin' on the grind
Do the scale, stackin' my mil Avoidin' the law, stayin' out of of sales, pocket all sales Conspiracy charges, betrayals
Payin' the I don't write nothin' down I keep it all in my head, About my business, like an elephant
Chasin' the dream, suit up for Special represented team out for teams and infrared beams Pointed at domes, and backs, and
hydrants, ambulance sirens Suspended license, indictments what it all boils down to Is basically the wisest
Ooh, my heart of granite Slow down my spit so you squares can it I come in here empty handed I came in here on business and y'all gone it dammit
Been out the game, did that Vallejeo I claim, the name Feel my pain, ghetto Magazine street hustla
Messin' around in the lane Chevy, and Mustangs Novas, Granadas, and Project and public housin'
Automatic, systematic, do what you do Just keep that money on ya (I got my mind on my money and my on my mind, uh) In the traffic, baller status, do you do playa Just on hustlin' on the grind
Ladies and gentlemen, ghetto F A Beezy, F A Sheezy Bustas hate me 'cause I they breezies Playboy, techs spray easy Like you don't know the hoodrat Hugh Hef play
I get on the grind So if you got ya mind on my money, I put money on ya mind Ya honey gone be 'Cause ya forecast is partly cloudly The kids look sunny on the
I'm gettin' off again Y'all must like ridin' in long black caddy's that they stick in The often been, blowin' sticky That come in the same jars they stick coffee in
And I got chicks But I play hard to get, unless they suck me 'til my dick again You at the way the coast to coast G do it From the Brooklyn to the Bay, bring the in by the way, oh
Automatic, systematic, do you do playa keep that money on ya mind In the traffic, baller status, do what you do Just keep on on the grind
To all you playas out hustlin' And all my thugs that be To all you out there hustlin' And all my thugs be thuggin'
It matter if you locin' or bleedin' it's backwards or zig zags ya smokin' ya weed in You pokin' or speedin' All that counts to these motherfuckers is if you or succeedin'
I'm gettin' used to and sweetin', pokin' and skeetin' Stayin' while feedin', so I don't choke what I'm eatin' I'm lookin' for towns to put the and the weed in To sit with folks in a meetin', please believe it
I used to sell tapes up out my truck and slang Respected on the before the fame Ain't lame or game goofy about my game
Paid my dues, the rules Stuck to the script, me and the All a my and all a my dawgs Ridin' the mustard and mayonnaise on
Feelin' em up, sittin' 'em Bossin' and all over the town Hardest state ya ever heard In ya life man, that down
Automatic, systematic, do you do playa Just keep that money on ya In the traffic, baller status, do you do playa Just keep on hustlin' on the
To all you out there hustlin' And all my that be thuggin' To all you playas out hustlin' And all my thugs that be