Wake up, wake up, wake up, wake up, wake up. It`s the first of the month,
so get up, get up, get up, get up, get up, cash your checks and come on.
Krayzie:
Hey, my niggas, we havin` a wonderful day, and I won`t front
with ya. Why? `Cause it`s the first of the month. And now I be
smokin`, chokin`, rollin` blunts, and sippin` on forty ounces,
thuggin`, come, come, we got the blunts and rum. From jumpin`
all
night, we high. Hit up the block to where? East 99. I get with
my nigga to get me some llello. Double up, nigga, what you
need? We got weed to get P.O.D.`ded. Fiend for the green leaves.
Give it up, it`s the first for sure. Better lay low, `cause the
po-po creep when they roll, so [oh, no] break. If you can`t get
away, better toss that llello, keep your bankroll. Yeah, we
havin` a celebration. Love to stay high, and ya better believe
when it`s time to grind, I`m down for mine, crime after crime.
Fin
to creep to the pad `cause mom`s got the grub on the grill. If
we got the food, you know it`s the first of the month, and my
nigga, we chills for real.
Wake up, wake up, wake up, wake up, wake up, it`s the first of the month,
so get up, get up, get up, get up, get up, cash your checks and come on.
Bizzy:
Wake up, and I see that my sister was already dressed. She said,
I`m gonna run and go get my stamps. Watch and make
sure no one snatches my check. Nigga, that`s the mailman. Sort
through the mail, and put it up in-a me pocket. Then I be
hittin` the ninety-nine to get me a dub for forty duckets. But
ain`t no bucket, ride that RiTA, hop on the ten to the Clair,
ready
to get `em up with-a me thugs, and I cash that dub. Man, I gotta
get there. Playa-playa, holla, holla, St.Clair got much to offer,
whether it be weed on 93 or off on the Glock-glock for some dollars,
so get a bag of dope and a quarter roll, oh. Most all of
my niggas got the same, and we gonna roll it all up to smoke
it. Hittin` that reefer, hydro. Been known to cut, so fuck them
po-po. Toss all that llello, then roll with the chrome to say
mo. Runnin` through the alley, (and in to my way), hop on the
second to sundown. Nose run from January on down to December,
I`m lovin` the first of the month.
Wake up, wake up, wake up, wake up, wake up, it`s the first of the month,
so get up, get up, get up, get up, get up, cash your checks and come on.
Wish:
It`s the first of the month. Gotta grind, gotta get mine in the
hood that I claim, and I slang on the double nine. Now to find
them
dubs, gonna get a forty. Can a thug get love? What`s up? Try
to slang on my corner, nigga, you`s a goner. St. Clair niggas
don`t like that. And sellin` them dummies, makin` that money,
come back, nigga, get pap pap. From the first to the fifteenth
niggas smoke plenty weed, but I gotta save, gotta come up. Put
my rocks in the cut. When I get high, nigga, blaze that blunt.
Time to roll to the pad, count out my profits, and add it to
the stash. Gotta watch my back, see, for niggas that`s tryin`
to rob
me, fool, but never no shorts or no losses, dumpin`, keepin`
these niggas up off me. See, gotta serve the whole block, spend
a
couple bills, thugs smoke a lot of weed on the first [the first].
Wake up, wake up, wake up, wake up, wake up, it`s the first of the month,
to get up, get up, get up, get up, get up, so cash your checks
and come on.
Layzie:
Wakin` up feelin` buzzed off early in the morning, stretchin`,
I`m yawnin`, lightweight bent, chug-a-lug-a, take a fifth to
the dome,
`cause then I can kick it with my trues. But it is the first,
so I`m gettin` me hustle on. Hop on the phone, callin` up Krayzie
Bone, Wanna know, did you`re O.G. check come?
[Krayzie: She put me down.]
I`m a hop on the bus with Biz.
[Krayzie: You know, let`s get drunk.]
And I`m comin` with blunt after blunt of this skunk--nigga, T,
just put me down. Oh, God, how I love when the first come
around, now, me freakin` me black and milds. Head across town,
`cause nigga the first get celebrated. Rushin` to the block,
`cause I wanna get faded. Lookin` all wild, `cause I`m need me
hair braided. We heavy off into this game. True to the first,
just
call me that pro slang: them nickels and dimes, the twenties,
the fifties. The first be the day for the dopeman slangin` that
cocaine, fool, and I`m workin` late tonight. And all them fiends
be lovin` them thugs, `cause I got them rocks for them pipes.
Come, come up with them ends. I gotta get paid on the first,
gotta blaze up me spliff. You`re live with the Bone thugs, Poetic
Hustla`z, and the Graveyard Shift on the first.
Wake up, wake up, wake up, wake up, wake up, it`s the first of the month,
to get up, get up, get up, get up, get up, so cash your checks and come on.
