Tytuł: For the love of money

• Wykonawca: The Roots
• Wyświetleń: 303

[Black Thought]
   Yo yo, what the fuck, give us space
   See ya'll up in the place and shit, fuck
   Yo we 'bout to set it
   We got my man DJ Cash Money on the one and two's
   Knowmsayin, we 'bout to take ya'll back into the realm
   It's like this yo yo, check it out, hold up yo
   It's like yo
   One to make you scream, two to make you shout
   Come on Cash Money, let's rock yo well it's the
  
   [Malik B]
   M-A-L-the-I-K-B
   Doin this since the early '80s
   You try to play me, well I'ma play ya back
   You know it's tipper-tap when I pay you back
  
   [Black Thought]
   Well it's the B-L-A-the-C-K Thought
   It grab crab niggas on life support
   I don't know what the fuck ya'll thought or what ya'll snort
   Any rapper Steppin Into the Realm will get caught
  
   [Malik B]
   You got caught off-guard in the yard while you was buzzin
   You worked your way outta the puzzle, all of a sudden
   This shit, we hit you like Sixth and Bristol
   We put it in your body till it make you disco
  
   [Black Thought]
   Aiyyo, Philly mine for my passion, the city line
   From Cheltenham to 69th Street to beyond
   Want to lap around the map and then pass the baton
   To my man, between me and Mal-ik is a thin line
  
   [Malik B]
   I'ma pull the pins all out the grenade
   Radical renegade, let's get paid
   I won't be around when they start the raid
   Baricade your town like the Mummer's Parade
  
   [Black Thought]
   Aiyyo I here you M-ill, we the jawn for real
   Rip shit from the valleys to the top of the hill
   Leave a nigga in a dip like a J-Street pill
   The killer feel from South Phil, they better chill
  
   [Malik B]
   We got my man Cash Money on the cut
   Takin niggas back to the days of King Tut
   You king of ampfier, you know I can't forget
   For all you bachelors and all you bachelorettes
  
   [Black Thought and Malik B]
   Via satellite, chatter like Sean ? and them
   And keep the fly young ladies all tremblin
   We outta Philly and rock The Fifth emblem
   Walk upon water, maintain a dry Timberland
   Roots Crew, remember them, still stunnin you
   In the flesh wit Cash Money on the one and two
   And to the the shorty that's out past your curfew
   It's X-rated, I don't wear the purple *mumbling*
   Well if you're on the wheels, Cash get on----
  
   [uestlove]
   We regret to inform you that due to the asinine
   Leech-like Wall Street-ified sampling publishing laws
   That plague hip hop music...
   You'll be unable to witness the miracles that Cash Money creates
   On the one and two's...
   Unfortunately, we have to leave you wit this...