DJ Quik - Safe + Sound Lyrics

Quik, you're not a gangster we're not
Some believe in love and some believe in friends
But niggaz like me believe in making ends
'Cause even when your bitch wants to trick around
You know the moneys got you safe and sound

Now, I'm bout to take it back to 84,when I was 14
Kickin' back in the trees, West side if you please
And 436 west spruce was the spot
With me Wayne, Mike, Shot, Nookie, Slug, and Rock

Donzelly, if ya with me than let that shit kick
If your head ain't spinning from dippin' all them sticks
'Cause way back in the day they used love a wet baggie
Screaming ‽Horale Ese" with them laces on a caddy

And you couldn't den, a hit from that buddah tye
Going round and round the driveway
Now, it's coming my way and I'm zoned out at a young age
And the whole spruce street was my stage

Peep now back, then I was in the 8th grade steady
But niggaz my age was getting paid already
Yeah, like that nigga Zam or even young Blue
They made they first million by the age of 22

Like Dan from Cedar block him and little Motor
James from Piru street with them boulders
Rest in peace little Noopy, he did'nt have to brag
Rollin to the 10 grade in a fint 0 rag

Well goddamn, how can I be down?
I ask my sister Jack for some help and she told me, look around
Nigga, they don't sell dope, it sells itself
While they kickback and just collect the wealth

And now I'm thinking, ain't nothing fly about these dirty ass khakis
T-shirt dingy, prowings tackie
This could be a way to flip that little funky twenty dollars that I earned
Right then is when I learned that

Some believe in Jesus, some believe in Allah
But niggaz like me believe, I'm making dollars
'Cause even when yo niggaz wanna be untrue
You know the money's still good to you

Some believe in love and some believe in friends
But niggaz like me believe in making ends
'Cause even when yo bitch wants to trick around
You know the moneys got you safe and sound

Peep I gets a dub on the 1st and 15th for a fact
So, instead of spending it up I gave my money to Jack
Now, she jump in the regal and said, I'll be right back
When she came in she put me down with a plastic sack

I turned my 40 into 80 and that was my profit
I'm keepin' my rocks in the house and not in my pocket
Sister Jackie in the kitchen with some boiling water, baking soda
Fresh powder, baby bottles, making more boulders

Checking a fat grip slanging rocks to tricks
Donzelly dippin' sticks went and bought um a 6
And 500 block peach running thangs ya see
Moving gallon after gallon and key after key

I'm telling you, I done, seen it all
From niggaz hitting the Sherman and the pass out on the wall
From cluckers wanting a hit so bad, they let there panies fall
Teeth rotten, hair gone and whole checks get blown

But then I'm still breaking these pebbles like bam, bam
Saved them, splitting rocks to the um tic, toc
I went from wearing khakis to Sergio Teccini
While my rocks is disappearing like the great Whodini

I bought a gang of clothes, all of my equipment
And getting something new with each and every shipment
Money gets made and money gets spent
And how these jealous niggaz acting only makes it evident that

Some believe in Jesus, some believe in Allah
But niggaz like me believe I'm making dollars
'Cause even when yo niggaz wanna be untrue
You know the money's still good to you
Yes, yes

Some believe in love and some believe in friends
But niggaz like me believe in making ends
'Cause even when yo bitch wants to trick around
You know the moneys got you safe and sound

Check now, in 1988 I moved away to L.A.
My niggaz Playa Ham and Gina gave me a place to stay
On my way up from bottom rock, bitches starting to jock
'Cause my hair is getting longer and games getting stronger

To pull my on weight I went and got me a job
But by then Ham and Gina really started to squab
About weather I should go or stay
She told him either he goes or you go we both was on our way

So, he moved and took me with him on 2001 Browning
Clowning with playas all around me just astounding
My nigga pimpin', Carl got staring with that hair an
Rolling up and down the street in that rag 7 with Darren

Shaby blue, feathered as he swerved
In the El Co p-6 park away from the curve
Big Jam L.A Mike, Darryl, Nicki on the bike
That nigga Top, Big Shane, and Tweed rolling up the weed

And hoes just come and go in and out
Revolving door leaving with some nut in they mouth
I'm making a living of pimpin', so, you fools can't trip
'Cause even though I love God, I also love my grip

Some believe in Jesus, some believe in Allah
But niggaz like me believe, I'm making dollars
'Cause even when yo niggaz wanna be untrue
You know the money's still good to you
Yes, yes

Some believe in love and some believe in friends
But niggaz like me believe in making ends
'Cause even when yo bitch wants to trick around
You know the moneys got you safe and sound

Ooh, yeah, safe and sound, yeah
Safe and sound baby
ooh, yeah, safe and sound yeah

Safe and sound, gotta let you know
Gotta let you know, gotta let you know
Compton's in the house