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オムニバス B.U.S feat.CAMRY Starving Trancer feat.puchi Acid=Stone Valley feat.YURiE Cubby-S feat.puchi H Lyrics


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What that nigga want God?
Word up, look out for the cops (Wu-Tang five finger shit)
(Cash Rules) Word up, two for fives over here baby
Word up, two for fives them niggas got garbage down the way, word up
Know what I'm sayin'?
(Cash Rules Everything Around Me
C.R.E.A.M. get)
Yeah, check this ol' fly shit out
Word up
(Cash Rules Everything Around Me) Take you on a natural joint
(C.R.E.A.M. get the money) Here we here we go
(Dolla dolla bill y'all) Check this shit, yo!

I grew up on the crime side, the New York Times side
Staying alive was no jive
At second hands, moms bounced on old men
So then we moved to Shaolin land
A young youth, yo rockin' the gold tooth, 'Lo goose
Only way, I begin to gee off was drug loot
And let's start it like this son, rollin' with this one
And that one, pullin' out gats for fun
But it was just a dream for the teen, who was a fiend
Started smokin' woolies at sixteen
And running up in gates, and doing hits for high stakes
Making my way on fire escapes
No question I would speed, for cracks and weed
The combination made my eyes bleed
No question I would flow off, and try to get the dough all
Sticking up white boys in ball courts
My life got no better, same damn 'Lo sweater
Times is ruff and tuff like leather
Figured out I went the wrong route
So I got with a sick ass click and went all out
Catchin' keys from across seas
Rollin in MPV's, every week we made forty G's
Yo nigga respect mine, or anger the tech nine
Ch-chick-POW! Wu from the gate now

Cash, Rules, Everything, Around, Me
C.R.E.A.M.
Get the money
Dollar, dollar bill y'all

Cash, Rules, Everything, Around, Me
C.R.E.A.M.
Get the money
Dollar, dollar bill y'all

It's been twenty-two long hard years of still strugglin
Survival got me buggin, but I'm alive on arrival
I peep at the shape of the streets
And stay awake to the ways of the world cause shit is deep
A man with a dream with plans to make C.R.E.A.M.
Which failed I went to jail at the age of 15
A young buck sellin' drugs and such who never had much
Trying to get a clutch at what I could not, could not,
The court played me short, now I face incarceration
Pacin' going up state's my destination
Handcuffed in back of a bus, forty of us
Life as a shorty shouldn't be so ruff
But as the world turns I learned life is hell
Living in the world no different from a cell
Everyday I escape from Jakes givin' chase, sellin' base
Smokin' bones in the staircase
Though I don't know why I chose to smoke sess
I guess that's the time when I'm not depressed
But I'm still depressed, and I ask what's it worth?
Ready to give up so I seek the Old Earth
Who explained working hard may help you maintain
To learn to overcome the heartaches and pain
We got stickup kids, corrupt cops, and crack rocks
And stray shots, all on the block that stays hot
Leave it up to me while I be living proof
To kick the truth to the young black youth
But shorty's running wild smokin sess drinkin' beer
And ain't trying to hear what I'm kickin in his ear
Neglected, but now, but yo, it gots to be accepted
That what? That life is hectic

Cash, Rules, Everything, Around, Me
C.R.E.A.M.
Get the money
Dollar, dollar bill y'all

Cash, Rules, Everything, Around, Me
C.R.E.A.M.
Get the money
Dollar, dollar bill y'all

Cash, Rules, Everything, Around, Me
C.R.E.A.M.
Get the money
Dollar, dollar bill y'all

Cash, Rules, Everything, Around, Me
C.R.E.A.M.




Get the money
Dollar, dollar bill y'all

Overall Meaning

The lyrics to the song “C.R.E.A.M” by Wu-Tang Clan tells a story of growing up in the rough streets of New York City and the struggles of trying to survive in a world of poverty, drugs, and violence. The singer talks about growing up in the crime-riddled side of the city and how he turned to selling drugs to make ends meet. He describes how his life became more dangerous and hopeless as he got deeper into the drug trade and started running with a dangerous crowd. He also touches on themes of regret, the wrong choices made in life, and the hardships that come with being a young black man trying to make a living in a world that seems against him.


The chorus of the song repeats the phrase “Cash Rules Everything Around Me” or C.R.E.A.M, which is a statement about the power of money and how it can be the driving force behind life’s decisions. The lyrics tell a moving story of survival and perseverance in the face of adversity and remind us that sometimes the only way to get ahead in life is to do whatever it takes.


Line by Line Meaning

What that nigga want God?
Asking what someone wants or needs.


Word up, look out for the cops (Wu-Tang five finger shit)
Be cautious of the police because they could bring trouble.


(Cash Rules) Word up, two for fives over here baby
The exchange rate for drugs is two for five dollars.


Word up, two for fives them niggas got garbage down the way, word up
The drug dealers down the road have poor quality drugs.


Know what I'm sayin'?
Do you understand what I'm talking about?


(Cash Rules Everything Around Me C.R.E.A.M. get)
Money controls everything in my life. I need to make money.


Yeah, check this ol' fly shit out Word up
Listen to this cool story I have.


(Cash Rules Everything Around Me) Take you on a natural joint (C.R.E.A.M. get the money) Here we here we go (Dolla dolla bill y'all) Check this shit, yo!
Let's tell a story about my life and how money controlled it.


I grew up on the crime side, the New York Times side Staying alive was no jive
I grew up in a dangerous neighborhood with crime all around.


At second hands, moms bounced on old men So then we moved to Shaolin land
My mom was with older men and we had to move.


A young youth, yo rockin' the gold tooth, 'Lo goose Only way, I begin to gee off was drug loot
As a young boy, I started selling drugs to make money.


And let's start it like this son, rollin' with this one And that one, pullin' out gats for fun
I hung out with people who carried guns and we used them for fun.


But it was just a dream for the teen, who was a fiend Started smokin' woolies at sixteen
Selling drugs was just a dream for me because I was addicted to smoking drugs.


And running up in gates, and doing hits for high stakes Making my way on fire escapes
I broke into buildings and committed crimes to make more money.


No question I would speed, for cracks and weed The combination made my eyes bleed
I would do anything for drugs even if it damaged my health.


No question I would flow off, and try to get the dough all Sticking up white boys in ball courts
I robbed white people and stole from them.


My life got no better, same damn 'Lo sweater Times is ruff and tuff like leather
My life did not improve, it was still difficult.


Figured out I went the wrong route So I got with a sick ass click and went all out
I realized that my life of crime was not the right path, so I joined a more violent gang.


Catchin' keys from across seas Rollin in MPV's, every week we made forty G's
We imported drugs and made a lot of money.


Yo nigga respect mine, or anger the tech nine Ch-chick-POW! Wu from the gate now
Respect me or I will shoot you with my gun.


(Cash, Rules, Everything, Around, Me C.R.E.A.M. Get the money Dollar, dollar bill y'all)
Money controls everything in my life. I need to make money.


It's been twenty-two long hard years of still strugglin Survival got me buggin, but I'm alive on arrival
I've been struggling for twenty-two years, but I'm still alive.


I peep at the shape of the streets And stay awake to the ways of the world cause shit is deep
I'm aware of the dangers in my environment and stay alert.


A man with a dream with plans to make C.R.E.A.M. Which failed I went to jail at the age of 15
I dreamed of making money but ended up in jail at fifteen.


A young buck sellin' drugs and such who never had much Trying to get a clutch at what I could not, could not,
As a young dealer, I tried to get as much money as I could.


The court played me short, now I face incarceration Pacin' going up state's my destination
The court did not give me a fair sentence and now I'm going to jail.


Handcuffed in back of a bus, forty of us Life as a shorty shouldn't be so ruff
I was arrested and taken to jail with 40 other people.


But as the world turns I learned life is hell Living in the world no different from a cell
Life is difficult, even outside of jail.


Everyday I escape from Jakes givin' chase, sellin' base Smokin' bones in the staircase
I sell drugs and smoke them while trying to avoid the cops.


Though I don't know why I chose to smoke sess I guess that's the time when I'm not depressed
I don't know why I smoke weed, but it helps me when I'm sad.


But I'm still depressed, and I ask what's it worth? Ready to give up so I seek the Old Earth
I'm still sad and question if everything I did was worth it.


Who explained working hard may help you maintain To learn to overcome the heartaches and pain
An older person told me that working hard can help me overcome my problems.


We got stickup kids, corrupt cops, and crack rocks And stray shots, all on the block that stays hot
There are many problems in my neighborhood like crime, drugs, and violence.


Leave it up to me while I be living proof To kick the truth to the young black youth
I will try to teach young people the truth about life.


But shorty's running wild smokin sess drinkin' beer And ain't trying to hear what I'm kickin in his ear
Young people are not interested in hearing my advice.


Neglected, but now, but yo, it gots to be accepted That what? That life is hectic
People ignore me, but everyone must accept that life is difficult.




Lyrics © Warner/Chappell Music, Inc.
Written by: LAMONT HAWKINS, GARY GRICE, RUSSELL JONES, DENNIS COLES, COREY WOODS, CLIFFORD SMITH, JASON HUNTER, ROBERT DIGGS, ISAAC HAYES, DAVID PORTER

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@Ryuuga0411

おもいで を レポート に かきこみますか ? ▼

おもいで を たくさん レポート に かきこんだ !

@user-uo5ny7ch4w

このコメは永久保存版レベル

@user-jz8vr7mm9k

いつでも、どんなときでも、
ここから思い出せるよ。
あの頃のように…

@user-nb5bf8xm5h

いいコメントだ。感動的だな。
だが無意味じゃない( ^ U ^ )




リュウガって名前やのにアイコンがクウガw

@supasonicwarud002

泣けるなー

@uryo3650

読んだ?

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@JOJO-ji3bb

何が凄いって小林幸子さんが20年以上経っても全く衰えてない所。
改めて歌詞を見ると、かなり心に響く。

@user-tz8ss6di3w

それな ですわ

@user-zo7lo7gh1q

久々に聞きましたが泣けてきた、 確かに小林幸子さん衰えて無いのは凄い、

@052nyasu

そんな幸子さんと一緒に歌えるしょこたんも凄い

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