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    Dollars Make Sense

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    [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)]
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