Artist: MC Eiht f/ B-Real Album: Which Way Iz West Song: Pass Me By Typed by: Lil Hustle [B-Real] If I sit on the throne, I commit and be home So little is known, about the high life in the zone Started a soldier, part of a new culture Avoided the sharks, ran off the vultures Departed the country, heavy hearted and hungry A little angry, but it wasn't for money But the money's so god damn funny, how it blinds dummies You ain't seen a sunny day, you gotta find money Time's money so I waste none, kill it all Break me open, witness game I spill it all And you feel it all, don't pinch you ain't sleeping I'm the promethazine in your drink, slow creeping System shut down, finger on the snooze button Every time you come back, you feel you lose some'ing That's your soul, and I got you in my clutches I'ma roll it up and put it in the air, like some dutches [Chorus] Roll up g'eah loc, I'm trying to get high Yeah, don't pass me by Roll up loc, I'm trying to get high Yeah, don't pass me by g'eah Don't pass me by, g'eah One time's gon' pass me by, g'eah Blue Stamp official I exhale the blue smoke, and smoke buddha through righteous steps [MC Eiht] You don't know, how the neighborhood life be Feds shake fucking niggaz, stay greedy I need stress free days, so I smoke one Or shorten my fucking time, living by the gun It's just another day gone, trying to survive Brain dead motherfuckers, no need to revive Mind state kinda swerve, for the dollar bill Fuck it then hit me off, with a refill Now it's on, necessary to bury the adversary Could it all be real, man roll up some Mary G'eah, let me focus Money talks, but some of you fools hopeless G'eah, maybe the reason that it broke us G'eah, you gotta take notice Never struggle in the fight, make death alright If you hustle then keep it true, all blunts ignite g'eah [Chorus] Roll up loc, I'm trying to get high G'eah, don't pass me by Roll up g'eah, I'm trying to get high And loc, don't pass me by g'eah Don't pass me by, g'eah One time's gon' pass me by, g'eah Roll up a fat one, and pass it around I exhale the yellow, smoke buddha through righteous steps [MC Eiht] They say money, make the motherfucking world go In the hood, couple niggaz going loco On a Vegas run, hoes trying to swell twat Rap fiends selling tapes, like a dope spot They want yo spot, I'm thinking fuck nah I got that O.G., roll em up sho' shot But the recognition, motherfucker mean everythang Hating bullshit drama, what the dollar brang So now it's blind a motherfucker, with the radio Couple pop bottle raps, man pay a hoe Niggaz lost they way, what happened to y'all We struggle everyday, behind the wall Word to my niggaz, from the Wu-Tang Real talk loc, cash rules everythang It even change rules Bout the Benjamin's loc, fuck paying dues g'eah [Chorus] Roll up loc, I'm trying to get high G'eah, don't pass me by Roll up loc, I'm trying to get high G'eah, don't pass me by g'eah Don't pass me by, g'eah One time's gon' pass me by, g'eah Blue Stamp official Break Sinatra on the beat, g'eah (*scratching*) Roll up a fat one, and pass it around I exhale the yellow, smoke buddha through righteous steps - 2x