Lyric 1st Of Tha 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.
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.
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.
