Warren G - Dollars Make Sense Lyrics
[kurupt talking]Yall dont know nothin about this hee-areHahahahahahaha, yeah! its kurupt young gottiHehaha, 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 incorporatedIma get it all, since a bg I done did it all, was in it allWhen I first thought I was in the wrongCouple tokes, alcoholGot everything I need, hennessey and weedSince my arrival, based on this modern-day survivalEvrything is technicality, everything based on realitySo how do I get paid, all these licks nowadaysThey want me laid, dropped and plagued, ak mouth is sprayedIts like Im blind, and I just cant seeWarren g, ima holler at the homey shorty bShorty b its me!, g dove, Im out to make a gripSo call crucial conflict and lets make us some bomb shit[wildstyle]Look at me on the m-i-cTryin to stack my tips, comin in a big ole rideWith all that bumpin side, livin up in your eyes, surpriseHangin on the corners where the young brothers be comin upThe gangbangers be gunnin up, the type of brothers that roll with usHigh tech with much respect, with all that gs swarminLike g-funk in your eyes and make you see we about that cashflowPut em in a lasso, dont try to sweat, no jokeWe illa your side, in the back we get hot, trade bump and hit em upWith the jigs up,Freaks from the west to the east to the south where they chiefKurupt in the mind, young gotti down with the raw dog flictI aint no tricks, nigga wildstyle, enemies get closed downWe rock the shows, slammin dos, cali to chi-town[coldhard]So chop it up, Im gonna kick some shit about whats goin onHave to get my loot up so I suit upLooked in the mirror said to myself its gon be goneIm sick of goin thru the things that I have to do doCops are happy to jack fools, Im strictly ever gon gank moveI hate to be the one that have to take itBut you best believe Id die to make itAnywhere in the world Im standin with my pockets *****Set it out set it out, thats what ima hollerOn some slick, tryin to come up quick, witta trusty ole dollarWatchin you watchin me, hope I slip and bust my kneesIma have to greet you at the pond, you should just be thinkin csComin out at ease, no matter what Im still hard to pleaseFlap flappin sky, be real til the day I leave so sneezeChorus: reel tightTalin bout that money, dollarGettin that money, gettin paid*repeat x3*[never]We, smackin and stackin, packin, strappin, whats happenin? rollinCruise-controllin, the fo and daynes swell upGet the hell up, trump-tight click just in case Im lavishTryin ta fade me, you crazy ladies, babies createdMen are shady, straight make me drink til my thoughts get swavyI think, maybe if I blink things will get back gravyBut loccs in the hood they lord be makin it hard so latelyBut I gotta stay at the table, cos that raw dope is that will pay meWestside of california, on these corners pimpin dailyRetire out on the lakefront, smokin bluntsTakin the sale g, trap me like the male beTo the westside Im a mental, all the regulators trail me[kilo]Dont kick it out, lets do thisComin out the do, we down to wallGotta get in the business,Tell me wahts the call, we to the fall to ballWe cant just fold up,Gotta whole bunch of homies dependin on this, shonuffThis only hustle is for brothers,Feel to bring the business so slow upAnd we still up on a mini gold rushReady to make the world go downBound to get it cos Im down wit itNow shitty the city, conflicts causin critics to bite tonguesAint the one, with the shotgun, showdownMy 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 downHittin switches and we checkin all snitchesGettin all riches, and flossin in our picturesIts time for some new hits, one of usYou know I spit some coast to coast love from your homey g doveChorus (x7)
