Southside, money make the world go round Money make the world go round New York, money make the world go round L.A., money make the world go round Midwest, money make the world go round Down South, money make the world go round Some people want nothin'

Don't let it slip away Raise yo' drinkin' glass Here's to yesterday We're all gonna trip away Don't piss heaven off We got hell to pay Come full circle

Own my mistakes Not just pass off all the blame I'd just be better now With someone else Next time, I wont suffer this kind of pain If you were here, we could figure this out Then I wouldn't be bitter If I had one call to make I would dial yesterday and

See how I miss you? See how I miss you? (hey you, hey you) Rays of the moon make magic in the streets of the city All the people get strange but their faces look so pretty All the walking graffiti, survivalist bums Even the secret police shout that

When they talk about me they say I be tripping (yeah) What they say about me doesn't make me mad (nah, nah) I think they hating cause they see me when I'm rolling (yeah) Man, I can't help it that they really doing bad (nah, nah) Okay, alright (they sick)

I hope it's not too late for me Could you just wait for me a while Is it too late, too late? I hope it's not too late, too late I hope it's not too late I got my whole life packed inside a suitcase Ridin' in a Chevy that should've been a Mercedez Tryna

If that's alright And that's alright You don't know anybody that could be so bad But if you did you'd be wonderin' where I'm at I'll bet that Well I'll be home when tomorrow morning Well that's alright Two thousand miles were still That's alright

I'm going to war Walk with me Hey if you hear me out there I get down on my knees every night and pray You never know when deaths coming all you hear is gunshots Little kids get to running Old ladys get off the block When the pops hit the truck music

Snoop, come bounce to this Ain't no funk, it's funky, it's Doggystyle (Death Row-ow, Death Row) Shucks, stomping in my big blue chucks More bounce to the ounce while I'm ditching you klutz Bump-bump-bump-bump while you're bumping your sounds It's the zoo

I would have run all the lights I was misunderstood Damn, misunderstood I should have drove all night, I stumbled like my words, Did the best I could I stumbled like my words, did the best I could Should I? Could I? Have said the wrong things right a