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Tytuł: Dollars make sense

  • Wykonawca: Warren G
  • Wy¶wietleń: 236
[Kurupt talking]
   Y'all don't know nothin about this HEE-ARE
   Hahahahahahaha, yeah! It's Kurupt Young Gotti
   Hehaha, sup Warren G? It's my homeboy, huh?
   With my niggas Crucial Conflict, huh?
   Chillin, huh? Bumpin, puffin on a little bit of that Hay
   *TOKE* Aaaaaaaaaaaaaaah
  
   [Warren G]
   Dollars make sense, it's all incorporated
   I'ma get it all, since a BG I done did it all, was in it all
   When I first thought I was in the wrong
   Couple tokes, alcohol
   Got everything I need, Hennessey and weed
   Since my arrival, based on this modern-day survival
   Evrything is technicality, everything based on reality
   So how do I get paid, all these licks nowadays
   They want me laid, dropped and plagued, AK mouth is sprayed
   It's like I'm blind, and I just can't see
   Warren G, I'ma holler at the homey Shorty B
   "Shorty B IT'S ME!", G Dove, I'm out to make a grip
   So call Crucial Conflict and let's make us some bomb shit
  
   [Wildstyle]
   Look at me on the M-I-C
   Tryin to stack my tips, comin in a big ole ride
   With all that bumpin side, livin up in your eyes, surprise
   Hangin on the corners where the young brothers be comin up
   The gangbangers be gunnin up, the type of brothers that roll with us
   High tech with much respect, with all that G's swarmin
   Like G-Funk in your eyes and make you see we about that cashflow
   Put em in a lasso, don't try to sweat, no joke
   We illa your side, in the back we get hot, trade bump and hit em up
   With the jigs up,
   freaks from the West to the east to the South where they chief
   Kurupt in the mind, Young Gotti down with the raw dog Flict
   I ain't no tricks, nigga Wildstyle, enemies get closed down
   We rock the shows, slammin do's, Cali to Chi-town
  
   [Coldhard]
   So chop it up, I'm gonna kick some shit about what's goin on
   Have to get my loot up so I suit up
   looked in the mirror said to myself "It's gon' be gone"
   I'm sick of goin thru the things that I have to do do
   Cops are happy to jack fools, I'm strictly ever gon' gank move
   I hate to be the one that have to take it
   But you best believe I'd die to make it
   anywhere in the world I'm standin with my pockets naked
   Set it out set it out, that's what I'ma holler
   On some slick, tryin to come up quick, witta trusty ole dollar
   Watchin you watchin me, hope I slip and bust my knees
   I'ma have to greet you at the pond, you should just be thinkin C's
   Comin out at ease, no matter what I'm still hard to please
   Flap flappin sky, be real til the day I leave so sneeze
  
   Chorus: Reel Tight
  
   Talin bout that money, dollar
   Gettin that money, gettin paid
   *repeat x3*
  
   [Never]
   We, smackin and stackin, packin, strappin, what's happenin? Rollin
   Cruise-controllin, the fo' and Daynes swell up
   Get the hell up, trump-tight click just in case I'm lavish
   Tryin ta fade me, you crazy ladies, babies created
   Men are shady, straight make me drink til my thoughts get swavy
   I think, maybe if I blink things will get back gravy
   But loccs in the hood they lord be makin it hard so lately
   But I gotta stay at the table, cos that raw dope is that will pay me
   Westside of California, on these corners pimpin daily
   Retire out on the lakefront, smokin blunts
   Takin the sale G, trap me like the male be
   To the Westside I'm a mental, all the regulators trail me
  
   [Kilo]
   Don't kick it out, let's do this
   Comin out the do', we down to wall
   Gotta get in the business,
   tell me waht's the call, we to the fall to ball
   We can't just fold up,
   gotta whole bunch of homies dependin on this, sho'nuff
   This only hustle is for brothers,
   feel to bring the business so slow up
   And we still up on a mini gold rush
   Ready to make the world go down
   Bound to get it cos I'm down wit it
   Now shitty the city, Conflict's causin critics to bite tongues
   Ain't the one, with the shotgun, showdown
   My town to your town on the rebound for them papers
  
   [Warren G]
   It's like brother brother brother how you make em get down?
   From the LBC to the Chi-town, Westside straight gettin down
   Hittin switches and we checkin all snitches
   Gettin all riches, and flossin in our pictures
   It's time for some new hits, one of us
   You know I spit some coast to coast love from your homey G Dove
  
   Chorus (x7)