[Intro big pimpin]

Just another day in the motherfucking neighbourhood

A pimp's waking up and he's feeling good

Versace to the flow

He didn't even mess with the taylor made shit today y'all

Smelling good with his reptiles on for sure

[Verse 1 snoop dogg]

I'm waking up in the morning, man I'm mourning; what's wrong?

My nigga corleone gone in my zoning, but I'm boning, out to school

Cause I can't be late, cause they'll lock the gate

And it's damn near eight, that's when the bell ring

I'm a slide on in, and come right on in

And once I bail through the hallways, giving it up

Funky fresh stars and khakis, cool living it up

What up? - the same shit trying get paid and stay strong

Lunchtime, I make my way to get my grub on

Ten minutes to one, feeling good like I should for sure

Fourth period; walk through the door

I'm wreaking and smelling like endo

But still the day moves on to 244; one minute left to class

By warren g, the twins and daz

Nate dogg finna scoop us up in a blue drop top brouham

I hear some bitches from wilson wanna tag.. along

And get up, for the get-down

Word got around about the niggaz from the piddound

We keep the whores on point, to join on lit

And keep heat discreet, until the shit jump off

Well we're all from the side, so we won't ask why

So you best get high!

[Chorus x2]

Too high, so fly, like snoop is poly high

[Verse 2 wayniac]

See i... took advantage cause I live right next door

To the funkhouse, dunkhouse with the whole show

Niggaz know how we go; from first 'til four we don't show

Lunch and then the last whore

It's getting dealt with some melt shit I guess

We smoke the stress, cause my quest wasn't chronic yet

Little niggaz growing up with my dogs

Cause we pack the hogs, exercise for my balls

[Verse 3 trip locc]

Stacked bigger than I thought it would be

Me and the family, working on tv, get paid and fuck their enemy

Moving on up, like the jeffersons but quicker

All we think about is finding ways to get richer

Hit you like some dodo, got you're begging for more

It's a trip, I'm serving on the solo

Low blow, I had you feeling me

I got some c-o-n-v-o for your community

[Verse 4 daz dillinger]

I'm still in a fast lane state of mind

Time is impossible, for me to try to find

I'm out of school on the line

Hustling here and there, never show no fear

Hosted it up on a watch, I posted it up with a glock

Pch in atlantic, is what you see just don't panic

It's me, snoop rocks and when my homies get static

Got a pistol that blasts like a cannon

Look out for when we form at the wall, nigga where you standing?

Raise up, realize, street lights magnify

Life is giving; don't let it pass you by

I'm here and there with the bud, conversating with the drink

Shocked in my own zone, got time to think

Cause what would I be, if I wasn't who I am

Maybe dead or in jail, maybe time'll never tell

Approach me wrong and you will get chin checked

To disrespect my clique, and you will get dealt with

Uhh.. plain and simple, nevertheless with the best shit available

Test me now, let me see how brave you are

I'm scott free, so it's on like it used to be

D-o-g-g p-o-u-n-d g-c, for life, two times 'til I die

Oh why, oh why, life is a challenge when you die?

What's the peak for me, is the cash and the strap

Since the 2-1-3 days been like that

[Chorus x2]

[Outro big pimpin]

Feeling very playish, ha.. I mean very plash

And the bitches saying why shouldn't he?

Yeah he should; doing what he does and he does it good

He goes to work, yeah, he does it good

On pavement or dirt, checking the skirt

The story of a pimp's life, yeah baby

You gotta have the stomach for this shit, hoo weeee

To fuck with this, the story of a pimp's life

Ohh yes baby, honey suckle to a berry

Got to check; the traps, got to check the dollars

Got a doctorate from the street called peace mack of diamond net

A scholar with my niggaz from the underground [echoes]