All The Change

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Yeah.

San Quinn and Chango in this motherfucking thing, man.

Yeah, we want all that change.

We want the money that folds.

We want the hoes to get dough. Yeah.

Spit flows for real. Creep in the house. Move flow for real.

Move dro for real.

And a couple of pills. Push it to the limit, couple stacks, couple pigeons.

Our money multiply, we don't do no division.

Under no condition, fuck the narcs and the feds. Gonna take a grave to make me part from my bread.

Put a part in your head, doc can't stitch ya. Rapper and a gangsta, I will not switch up.

I do stick up, take a century safe. And kill the DA 'fore they give me a case.

In a new Expedition, interior satin. Sell crack to the blacks, get soft from the Latins.

Hittin' the bottle, kick it with Chango. I love that plug, it's like I get the lotto.

Want the money that folds, and the chains that jingles. In the club with the snub-nosed,

I don't mingle. Forgive me, I was zoomin' when I wrote this.

Use dope then I spit -out dope shit.

-O real ass gets real fast and play catch up. Shirt all red like it rained in Ketchups. Guess what?

No more runnin' games. We don't compromise, we need all the change.

O real ass gets real fast and play catch up. Shirt all red like it rained in Ketchups. Guess what?

No more runnin' games. We don't compromise, we need all the change.

Let the game begin, bitch, give it your end.

It's me and San Quinn in the game to win. If the game's a sin, then there's no heaven. Changolini, the Westside reverend.

Tell the coroner I'm sendin' bitches to get my paper. Butcher and the baker, yeah,

I'm a gangsta. With a gangsta bitch, two pistols, extra clips.

Frisco 916, we spit pimp shit. All day, all night, ball, yay, China white.

I need all pay, I'll never compromise. I'm a motherfucking G, you can see it in my eyes.

You run up on Nini, then you will die. Business enterprise with a couple wise guys.

Livin' mafia life, in the hood we strive. In the hood we thrive 'cause the hood's alive.

Roll -skrilla to the 415, we ride.

-O real ass gets real fast and play catch up. Shirt all red like it rained in Ketchups. Guess what?

No more runnin' games. We don't compromise, we need all the change.

O real ass gets real fast and play catch up. Shirt all red like it rained in Ketchups. Guess what?

No more runnin' games. We don't compromise, we need all the change.

During my life and my times I seen shit, niggas get high.

I strategize, visualize livin' trapped in this life. A hooligan, a heathen, still breathin' inhale steamin'.

Tryna hold a grip and stay winnin' during my season.

Bet I break even, seedy weed, you know I'm leavin'. Only smoke the finest from Cali, you know the reason.

I had to shake demons, powder had me trippin' and tweakin'.

Plus I stay leakin', an everyday weekend. Shit! I told your boys, "Come fuck with Fif," now ya.

Runnin' around talkin' 'bout who spit this.

I drop the hot shit, when your boys cop this.

It's C's, 29 with desert E's and. 223's. We blow steam, push cream, war stories and all.

Get on mental, it's plain and simple, I bubble hard 'til I ball.

Blow steam, push cream, war stories and all.

Get on mental, it's plain and simple, I bubble hard 'til -I ball, ball.

-O real ass gets real fast and play catch up. Shirt all red like it rained in Ketchups. Guess what?

No more runnin' games. We don't compromise, we need all the change.

O real ass gets real fast and play catch up. Shirt all red like it rained in Ketchups. Guess what?

No more runnin' games. We don't compromise, we need all the change.