Dollars Make Sense Warren G
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| Song Title: | Dollars Make Sense |
| Artist: | Warren G Find Warren G on Ebay Records and Ebay CD's |
| Hits (Month): | 16 |
| Hits (Total): | 49 |
| Lyrics: |
[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) |