Safe + Sound - DJ Quik

Some believe in love and some believe in friends

But niggas like me believe in making ends

'Cause even when your bitch wants to trick around

You know that money’s got you safe and sound

Now I’m bout to take it back to '84, when I was 14

Kickin' back in the Trees, Westside if you please

And 436 West Spruce was the spot

With me Wayne, Mike, Shot, Nookie, Slug, and Rock

Donzelle, if you with me, just 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 «Órale ese» with them laces on that Caddy

And you couldn’t deny a hit from that Buddah Thai

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 niggas my age was getting paid already

Yeah, like that nigga Zap, 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 didn’t have to brag

Rollin to the 10th grade in a fin-O rag

Well Goddamn, how can I be down?

I asked 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, Pro Wings tacky

This could be a way for me 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 niggas like me believe in making dollars

'Cause even when your niggas wanna be untrue

You know that money’s still good to you

Some believe in love and some believe in friends

But niggas like me believe in making ends

'Cause even when your bitch wants to trick around

You know that money’s 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 rig 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’s 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 him a 6

And 500 block Peach running thangs ya see

Moving gallon after gallon and ki after ki

I’m telling you I done seen it all

From niggas hitting the sherm and then they pass out on the wall

From cluckers wanting a hit so bad they let their panties fall

Teeth rotten, hair gone, and whole checks get blown

But yet I’m still breaking these pebbles like bam bam

Safety pin splitting rocks to the, um, tic toc

I went from wearing khakis to Sergio Tacchini

While my rocks are disappearing like the great Houdini

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 niggas acting only makes it evident that…

Some believe in Jesus, some believe in Allah

But niggas like me believe in making dollars

'Cause even when your niggas wanna be untrue

You know that money’s still good to you

Some believe in love and some believe in friends

But niggas like me believe in making ends

'Cause even when your bitch wants to trick around

You know that money’s got you safe and sound

Check it, now in 1988 I moved away to L. A

My niggas Playa Hamm 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 game’s getting stronger

To pull my own weight, I went and got me a job

But by then, Hamm and Gina really started to squab

About whether 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 players all around me just astounding

My nigga Pimpin' Carl got us staring with that hair and

Rolling up and down the street in that rag 7 with Darren

Shabby Bleu feathered as he swerved

In the El Co, P7's park away from the curb

Big Jam, L. A Mike, Darryl, Nicky 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 off 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 niggas like me believe in making dollars

'Cause even when your niggas wanna be untrue

You know that money’s still good to you

Some believe in love and some believe in friends

But niggas like me believe in making ends

'Cause even when your bitch wants to trick around

You know that money’s got you safe and sound

Ooh, ooh yeah

Safe and sound, yeah

Safe and sound baby

Ooh, 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