Songtext:
"Here's a little story I got to tell" (Beastie Boys) Bonn Internetauftritt
Straight from the streets and the alleys of Cali, mo' Hits and bits from the dephts of the Vallejo The highs to mids, here's a kid from the Rosetown Nigga Ray Luv is at this with the dope sound (Here to tell you a tale about a man and his money) Young brother straight broke, ain't a damn thing funny Girlies had stripes, Dickey slacks is how the macks stroll Gold when he flex, his Rolex when he roll Oh, damn how I wanted to live large Private jet lease when Ray Luv is in charge Klebefolie Holzdekor Hard is how I live my life Thank God I never smoked the pipe I need money, streets can't last me And keep a eye out for brothers tryina blast, G And in the past I never planned on seein the pen It was a place I knew I never wanted to be in, my friend I'ma clock, I knew it down deep in my heart Hoes jock, I'ma do it cuz I'm down from the start I'm serious 'bout mine, more than just the same ol' song Cuz I'm in there, and I'm out to get my money on
(Check this out)
1991 - the year Ray changed up 1992 - the year Ray Luv came up I been around, now I'm headed to the top brand Knowledge from Jah (right) ???????? Anyway, back to my temple of my hustle If you ain't got no clout or grip you ain't got no muscle I do not be the one, call me Mr. Assed-Out Niggas planned to do me so I packed em and mashed out Grandma's tryin to keep me out the streets cuz they after me But she don't understand where I'm at, see You know, I pack a pistol when I aim to out-run 'em And if they pull a hoe move I won't hesitate to gun 'em God damn, I'm mo' broke than I ever been Rock bottom through with me cuz it's a place I've never been My ace boon's locked up in a jail do' Now my gat's got my back while I get my mail on Daily I get calls from the P.D. Around the clock jockin, that Santa Rosa police Real about my motive, it's the same ol' song Cuz I'm in there, and I'm out to get my money on
Now in '93, black, a mack upon the scene They know me in the Bay, now nationwide I'm stackin green Cash m-o-n-e-y, just wanted to make it Never really had much but always used to fake it Hung with the boys slingin d, but no time fo' it God had graced a plan for me and now in 1992 I know it Police don't respect me: "Why you gots a pager Where did you get this money, Mr. Young Black Teenager?" Got it from your daughter, she came to my concert Makin my record platinum, wearin a Ray Luv t-shirt Blame somebody, blame yourself Cuz you give her the money and she give it to somebody else Me - now it's in my bank account So Mr. Five-o, here's somethin to think about And to you brothers, you used to talk drag when they see me Now you wanna be me on 'MTV Raps', the young black mack with the video Kick it with the boys from the Rose, but you don't hear me though On ?????? I began to strive But I learned to be a playa in the 415 I used to dream of C.C.'s and Impalas Now I want a Benz and ends to spend dollars
Yeah Cuz I'm out to get my money on
Yo, what's up This is Ray Luv in the house Check this out, baby boy This shout out goes out to all the playas in the whole Bay Area All the Richmond playas All the Oakland playas All the Frisco playas East Palo Alto playas All the Santa Rosa playas All the Moreno City playas All the Vallejo playas All the Sacramento playas And all the playas in the whole world Yo, check this out, mayn We need to come up, mayn Stop chillin each other All that ol' silly stupid black on black violence junk, mayn Y'all better get yo money on, mayn! Come up, mayn, come up!
Yo Khayree, mayn (What's up?) They better get they money on! [Khayree] That's right, that's right Check this out We got Ray Luv in the house (What's up nigga) DJ Cee's in the house (That's right) We tryina check a grip like this in '92 Cuz brothers wanna get they money on (Word) Now check this out Like to send a shout out to Mac-ass Dre (Yeah, he gettin his money on) C-double o-l-i-o Coolio (Ha-ha, he gets his money on) Yeah And last but not least Much love to all the young black brothers Tryina come up in 1992 and check a grip (Nuff respect!) It ain't about jackin, it's about mackin the system And gettin what you got comin to you
