Trying to Come Up - Too Short, C.O.

You want the money?

Wanna be a big mack, dog?

You swimmin' in women on backlog

Daydreamin' 'bout the dividends

The little homie said, «Man, I’m 'bout to get it in»

It’s just a sign of the times

You get a little older, now you wanna do crimes

He went to jail and now he’s got big muscles

He don’t think he failed, he just picked the wrong hustle

Came home, went straight to the block

He got a P.O.

but he don’t care about the cops

Pockets full of rocks, hella money in his sock

Rims and paint, he don’t wanna ride stock

Loud and clear, the beat gon' knock

And a lot of girls walkin' down the street gon' stop

And tell each other how they love you

You gettin' money and they all wanna fuck you

I’m tryin' to come up, oh

I’m tryin' to come up, got to keep on movin'

Come up, oh

I’m tryin' to come up, oh

The world is violent, so what you yellin' «peace» for?

Gotta take another ride in a police car

They don’t you don’t tell no lies

'Cause the judge gon' set your bail so high for crack

You never shoulda sold it

'Cause everything you know, you told it

I thought you was a cocaine cowboy

You caught a case, and what you doin' now, boy?

You singin' that same old song

Tellin' on your homeboys so you can go home

And now who’s gon' win?

I don’t need enemies if you my friend

You just another crab in the barrel

I’m tryin' to see the top, stop grabbin', it’s frail

I know you wanna come up, make a few mil

But the homies gon' kill you if you tell

I’m tryin' to come up, oh

I’m tryin' to come up, got to keep on movin'

Come up, oh

I’m tryin' to come up, oh

(C.O., nigga, West Oakland, BTT, nigga)

I got a two-year joint suspension bundled in my bitch coochie

High tech in my styrofoam, she just popped a half a louie

Ridin' with my hockey stick, I’m just tryin' to camouflage

Just hit a grower house, it’s drying out in my garage

P.O.

fuckin' with me, say I gotta find a job

Honeymoon comin' up, bitch, I’m married to the mob

I’m just tryin' to come up before a nigga lock me down

I’d do life in Salinas for feedin' a nigga 50 rounds

I’ma say slow down before a nigga go down

Before a nigga starve, I’d funk with the whole Town

Tired of cookin' coke, I need grown man money

Some of that business, foreign car, own land money

I’m just tryin' to get dough, but a nigga will skit quick

Them hollows gotta get my point across, then so be it

And me and God, we got a real good agreement

I won’t start no shit, but if they try me, I"m swingin'

I’m tryin' to do right, just tryin' to get by

Feel like I’m about to lose my mind if I got to keep on doing crime

I’m tryin' to come up, can’t do this no more

I gotta come up, ooh ooh

I’m tryin' to come up

I’m tryin' to come up

Said I’m tryin' to come up

I’m tryin' to come up