Romance without finance is a nuisance (but definitely) Baby, you know I need me some gold Romance without finance just don't make sense (it sure don't) Mama, mama, please give up that gold You so great and you so fine You ain't got no money, you can't be mine It ain't no joke to be stone broke Baby, you know I'd lie when I say Romance without finance is a nuisance (you're not kidding, bro) Please, please, baby, give me some gold Romance without finance is a nuisance (oh, but it is) Oh baby, I must have me some gold Romance without finance just don't make sense (no kind of way) Oh baby, mama, mama, give up that gold You so great and you so fine You ain't got no money you can't be mine It ain't no joke to be stone broke Baby, you know I'd lie when I say Romance without finance is a nuisance (it's a drag)

Yeah. Yeah. Now come follow me Down Yellow Brick Road To Wizard of Oz Hillwood Hustla Got what you need. It were plain to see Since the age of 3 One day dope fiends would be pagin' me I got crunk in the game Niggas knew my name Hillwood, the place I gained my fame. 16, in the '77 Seville Smoke gray, gold trim, Big Daddy grill Back in '86, I was choppin' bricks To think a damn Papermate got me rich I got love for the hustlaz in every hood Wit hate in your heart it'll never be good I feel blessed but confess I blow cess for my stress It's that Mex with an S on my chest. Nonetheless, I wish well for the homies With the OZ's runnin' from the police No peace, blow sweets on cold streets Dope fiends go bring a nigga mo' green. Now come follow me Down Yellow Brick Road To Wizard of Oz Hillwood Hustla Got what you need. My money triples, sippin' Ripple Livin' simple. Rollin' paper squares Out a fat ass nickel Tricks on my dick for the bricks I chop Pigs in my mix when they hit my block Used to catch a raid 'bout every 6 months Just to check up to see if I'd slip once Call it one time some rhyme 'bout this shit I can slide in my sandals But never will I slip. Undercovers hit the set, Man ya'll funny Takin' them crumbs & givin' marked money Tryin' to convict 'em, I ain't fallin' victim Fool I know your face & my boys I done hipped 'em They want me bad so mad as they burned off Fuckin' with them hoes, now my blunt done turned off No other way, just another day on the spot If you play then you pay, It don't ever stop. Now come follow me Down Yellow Brick Road To Wizard of Oz Hillwood Hustla Got what you need. I wrote this book 'bout the hopeless crook Livin' in the land where the coke is cooked Where hoes get took & the joke is good Where smokers hooked in a soldier's hood That Lonely Wood, where his homies stood Tryin' to change myself if I only could I'm just your Hillwood Hustla Street rhyme rustler Blowin' mo' smoke than a broke down muffler. But I'm takin' losses It ain't easy workin' jobs with no fuckin' bosses Sellin' dope is the hardest thing a man can do. Risk your life & your freedom for a buck or 2. Still I feel if you lose control, homey yousa hoe Real G's keep they life on cruise control When the police kick door & raid my crib I tell 'em Pigs are for slippers. That's not what I did. Now come follow me Down Yellow Brick Road To Wizard of Oz Hillwood Hustla Got what you need.

Uh, what's happenin, CC? They still call it the White House, but that's a temporary condition too Can you dig it, CC? To each his reach and if I don't cop it ain't mine to have But I'll be reachin for you cause I love you, CC Right on There's a lot of chocolate cities around We got Newark, we got Gary Somebody told me we got LA And we workin on Atlanta But you're the capital Gainin on ya Get back Gainin on ya Movin in on ya Gainin on ya Can't you feel my breath Gainin on ya All up around your neck Hey, CC, they say you jive and game and can't be changed But on the positive side, you're my piece of the rock and I love you CC Can you dig it? Hey, uh, we didn't get our 40 acres and a mule But we did get you, CC Yeah Gainin on ya Movin in around ya God bless CC and its vanilla suburbs Gainin on ya Gainin on ya Feel the funk Gainin on ya Gainin on ya Feel the mother love What's happenin, blood? Gainin on ya Gainin on ya Gainin on ya Gainin on ya Yeah What's happening, black? Brother black Blood, even Yeah Just funnin man Gettin down Uh blood to blood Uh playas to ladies The last percentage count was 80 You don't need the bullet when you got the ballot Are you up for the down stroke, CC? Chocolate city Are you with me out there And when they come to march on ya Tell em to make sure they got their James Brown pass And don't be surprised if Ali is in the White House Reverend Ike, Secretary of the Treasure Richard Pryor, Minister of Education Stevie Wonder, Secretary of Fine Arts And Miss Aretha Franklin, First Lady Are you out there, CC? Chocolate City is no dream, it's my piece of the rock And I dig you, CC God bless Chocolate City and its Vanilla suburbs Gainin on ya Can you all get to that Gainin on ya Gainin on ya In your stuff Gainin on ya Can't get enough Gainin on ya Gainin on ya Feel the funk Gainin on ya Yeah we funky too Gainin on ya Right on, chocolate city Yeah, get deep Real deep Heh Mmm Get deep Uhh Just got New York, I'm told