Automatic, systematic, do what you do Just keep that money on ya In the traffic, Baller status, do what you do Just keep on on the grind
Do the portable scale, my mil Avoidin' the law, stayin' out of Possession of sales, pocket all Conspiracy charges, hate
the rent 'Cause I don't write nothin' I keep it all in my head, About my business, memory like an
Chasin' the dream, up for cream represented tactics team They out for and infrared beams at domes, and backs, and spleens
Fire hydrants, sirens Suspended license, police Righteously what it all boils to Is basically the wisest
Ooh, my heart made of Slow down my so you squares can understand it I didn't come in empty handed I came in here on business and gone retrospect it dammit
out the game, did that mane Vallejeo I claim, made the Feel my pain, ghetto Magazine street hustla
Messin' around in the lane Chevy, Cougars and Novas, Granadas, and Project livin' and public
Automatic, systematic, do what you do Just keep that on ya mind (I got my mind on my money and my on my mind, uh) In the traffic, baller status, do you do playa Just keep on hustlin' on the
Ladies and gentlemen, it's F A Beezy, F A Sheezy Bustas hate me I f'ed they breezies Playboy, these techs easy Like you don't know the hoodrat Hef play greasy
I get money on the So if you got ya mind on my money, I put money on ya mind Ya gone be mine 'Cause ya forecast is partly cloudly The look sunny on the shine
I'm gettin' off again Y'all must ridin' in long black caddy's that they stick coffins in The often been, blowin' sticky That come in the jars that they stick coffee in
And I got offerin' But I play hard to get, unless they suck me 'til my soft again You lookin' at the way the to coast G do it From the to the Bay, bring the hook in by the way, oh
Automatic, systematic, do what you do Just keep money on ya mind In the traffic, baller status, do what you do Just on hustlin' on the grind
To all you playas out there And all my that be thuggin' To all you playas out hustlin' And all my that be thuggin'
It don't matter if you locin' or Whether it's backwards or zig ya smokin' ya weed in You slow or speedin' All that counts to these motherfuckers is if you broke or
I'm gettin' used to strokin' and sweetin', and skeetin' focused while feedin', so I don't choke what I'm eatin' I'm for towns to put the coke and the weed in To sit with folks in a meetin', please believe it
I used to sell tapes up out my truck and Cain Respected on the streets the fame Ain't nothin' lame or game about my game
Paid my dues, obeyed the to the script, me and the click All a my and all a my dawgs Ridin' the and mayonnaise on vogues
Feelin' em up, 'em down Bossin' and all over the town Hardest state ya ever heard In ya man, write that down
Automatic, systematic, do you do playa keep that money on ya mind 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 that be thuggin'