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Dollars Make Sense

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  • [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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