Dollars make sense lyrics

Artist  : Warren g 
Song : Dollars make sense
 
[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)