Текст (слова) песни: Warren G - Dollars Make Sense

[kurupt talking]

Yall dont know nothin about this hee-are

Hahahahahahaha, yeah! its kurupt young gotti

Hehaha, sup warren g? its 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, its all incorporated

Ima 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

Its like Im blind, and I just cant see

Warren g, ima holler at the homey shorty b

"shorty b its me!", g dove, Im out to make a grip

So call crucial conflict and lets 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 gs swarmin

Like g-funk in your eyes and make you see we about that cashflow

Put em in a lasso, dont 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 aint no tricks, nigga wildstyle, enemies get closed down

We rock the shows, slammin dos, cali to chi-town

[coldhard]

So chop it up, Im gonna kick some shit about whats goin on

Have to get my loot up so I suit up

Looked in the mirror said to myself "its gon be gone"

Im sick of goin thru the things that I have to do do

Cops are happy to jack fools, Im strictly ever gon gank move

I hate to be the one that have to take it

But you best believe Id die to make it

Anywhere in the world Im standin with my pockets naked

Set it out set it out, thats what ima holler

On some slick, tryin to come up quick, witta trusty ole dollar

Watchin you watchin me, hope I slip and bust my knees

Ima have to greet you at the pond, you should just be thinkin cs

Comin out at ease, no matter what Im 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, whats happenin? rollin

Cruise-controllin, the fo and daynes swell up

Get the hell up, trump-tight click just in case Im 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 Im a mental, all the regulators trail me

[kilo]

Dont kick it out, lets do this

Comin out the do, we down to wall

Gotta get in the business,

Tell me wahts the call, we to the fall to ball

We cant just fold up,

Gotta whole bunch of homies dependin on this, shonuff

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 Im down wit it

Now shitty the city, conflicts causin critics to bite tongues

Aint the one, with the shotgun, showdown

My town to your town on the rebound for them papers

[warren g]

Its 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

Its time for some new hits, one of us

You know I spit some coast to coast love from your homey g dove

Chorus (x7)

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Chillin, huh? bumpin, puffin on a little bit of that hay toke aaaaaaaaaaaaaaah [warren g] Dollars make sense, its all incorporated Ima 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 Its like Im blind, and I just cant see Warren g, ima holler at the homey shorty b "shorty b its me!", g dove, Im out to make a grip So call crucial conflict and lets 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 gs swarmin Like g-funk in your eyes and make you see we about that cashflow Put em in a lasso, dont 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 aint no tricks, nigga wildstyle, enemies get closed down We rock the shows, slammin dos, cali to chi-town [coldhard] So chop it up, Im gonna kick some shit about whats goin on Have to get my loot up so I suit up Looked in the mirror said to myself "its gon be gone" Im sick of goin thru the things that I have to do do Cops are happy to jack fools, Im strictly ever gon gank move I hate to be the one that have to take it But you best believe Id die to make it Anywhere in the world Im standin with my pockets naked Set it out set it out, thats what ima holler On some slick, tryin to come up quick, witta trusty ole dollar Watchin you watchin me, hope I slip and bust my knees Ima have to greet you at the pond, you should just be thinkin cs Comin out at ease, no matter what Im 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, whats happenin? rollin Cruise-controllin, the fo and daynes swell up Get the hell up, trump-tight click just in case Im 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 Im a mental, all the regulators trail me [kilo] Dont kick it out, lets do this Comin out the do, we down to wall Gotta get in the business, Tell me wahts the call, we to the fall to ball We cant just fold up, Gotta whole bunch of homies dependin on this, shonuff 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 Im down wit it Now shitty the city, conflicts causin critics to bite tongues Aint the one, with the shotgun, showdown My town to your town on the rebound for them papers [warren g] Its 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 Its time for some new hits, one of us You know I spit some coast to coast love from your homey g dove Chorus (x7) Нравится песня? 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