Dinero
Solomon Childs Lyrics
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Yeah, uh-huh, for real, yeah, yeah, Dinero
[Solomon Childs]
Ice in the drink, and the watch, security, my mink dudes
Straight to the bar, me and Rakeem Allah
Never leave home without the hydro jar
Robbed by the dozen, gucci boots and leotards
They in here, from Shaolin indictments
Bout it, bout it, to live large
Solomon liver than a PBA card, I Allah Master God
Millennium rides, see we are this fly
Then a V-Tech, 4-4, payed tour, baritone
Gettin' them wet like Kenny Lattimore
Lyrical bullets on related calling
Blazers who ain't never been to Portland
Code of the streets, kill or be killed
Eighty nine, getting money, police is mad dumb
Nickel and dimes in my mouth, my gums is mad numb
Twelve bars are rated r, ghetto life, killas in courts
Dirty poom-poom shorts, thuggin' every place I've been
Mi mama sta Dominican, ya'll need to roll with me
Get with me, show me a sign
I'm bout to blow the cigar, for humble
What you ain't know, how it's gangsta
Mixtape murder halls, swarm of the ski masks
You'se a bitch, you assed out, enough money to re-route
And the red bone chicks, smell like L'Oreal
Come and I'll find a way, by Blu Cantrell
This has been brought to you by, Hennessey VSOP, and Cognac
*beat switches*
[Interlude: Solomon Childs]
Yeah... uh-huh.. yeah.. come on, punish 'em lord
[Solomon Childs]
Just got here, the bitches already saying the God, plus
Adrenaline head rush, Mr. Shaolin, New York
Lay in the garage, you see the God
Cats be nothing more than a Buick Regal
My voicebox revolve like a desert eagle
I fell in love with a fish called Wanda, milli' Contra
Two thousand and two, kid rookie
Gorillas in the myst to rule, polish up, old school
Picture you motherfuckers on my level, you pussy
Type of nigga, who dancing in the date rooms
Singing on the gates, from here now
Allah, better late than never, sixteen bars
Of gangsta cheddar, eight to eight, gangsta money
Get yourself smacked up, if you think something was funny...
The song "Dinero" by Solomon Childs talks about his experiences and perspective regarding his life as a gangster. The lyrics describe his lavish lifestyle, which includes expensive items like iced-out watches, mink coats, and Gucci boots. He often goes to bars with his friend Rakeem Allah and never leaves without his hydro jar. They are always surrounded by beautiful women in fishnets and lace skin.
Childs talks about his dangerous lifestyle, living by the code of the streets where it's either "kill or be killed." He talks about getting money during the '80s when the police were "mad dumb." He also mentions his roots as a Dominican and the struggle of growing up in the ghetto. Childs portrays himself as a gangster who is not afraid to stand up to anyone and will deal with them harshly if they cross him.
The song has a raw and gritty sound, which serves to highlight the harsh realities of life on the streets. The lyrics rely on heavy and straightforward rhymes, which gives the song an aggressive tone. The beat switch midway through the song also adds to the intensity of the song.
Line by Line Meaning
Ice in the drink, and the watch, security, my mink dudes
I'm showing off my wealth by wearing expensive clothes and jewelry
Straight to the bar, me and Rakeem Allah
I'm heading directly to the bar with my friend Rakeem Allah
Never leave home without the hydro jar
I always bring weed with me when I go out
Robbed by the dozen, gucci boots and leotards
I've been robbed many times, even while wearing expensive clothing
Aight then, fishnets, lace skin
I'm attracted to women wearing fishnet stockings and lace clothing
They in here, from Shaolin indictments
There are people here from Shaolin who have been charged with crimes
Bout it, bout it, to live large
I'm determined to live a luxurious lifestyle
Solomon liver than a PBA card, I Allah Master God
I'm living life to the fullest and consider myself a powerful figure
Millennium rides, see we are this fly
I'm riding in expensive, luxurious cars and feeling cool
Then a V-Tech, 4-4, payed tour, baritone
I'm listing different types of guns and cars I'm familiar with
Gettin' them wet like Kenny Lattimore
I'm good at seducing women, like how Kenny Lattimore sings about love
Lyrical bullets on related calling
I'm rapping about violence and criminal activity
Blazers who ain't never been to Portland
I'm wearing a blazer, but I'm not from Portland, trying to seem sophisticated
Code of the streets, kill or be killed
Violence and survival are the way things work in some neighborhoods
Eighty nine, getting money, police is mad dumb
In 1989, I was making a lot of money and the police were clueless about it
Nickel and dimes in my mouth, my gums is mad numb
I have a lot of drugs in my possession which have numbed my gums
Twelve bars are rated r, ghetto life, killas in courts
My lyrics are explicit and depict the reality of urban life where people resort to violence
Dirty poom-poom shorts, thuggin' every place I've been
I've been to a lot of different places and always wear dirty shorts, while trying to be tough
Mi mama sta Dominican, ya'll need to roll with me
My mother is from the Dominican Republic and I want you to be my friend
Get with me, show me a sign
Give me a sign that you want to spend time with me
I'm bout to blow the cigar, for humble
I'm going to light up a cigar to celebrate my successes
What you ain't know, how it's gangsta
I'm explaining to you what being 'gangsta' is and why it's cool
Mixtape murder halls, swarm of the ski masks
I'm making violent music and picturing people listening to it while wearing ski masks
You'se a bitch, you assed out, enough money to re-route
You're weak and out of luck, I have enough money to change my plans easily
And the red bone chicks, smell like L'Oreal
I like light-skinned women and enjoy their perfume
Come and I'll find a way, by Blu Cantrell
I'm referencing a song by Blu Cantrell to express that I'll always find a way to succeed
Just got here, the bitches already saying the God, plus
I just arrived and women are already calling me 'The God'
Adrenaline head rush, Mr. Shaolin, New York
I'm excited and feeling alive, representing Shaolin and New York
Lay in the garage, you see the God
My fancy car is parked in the garage and I want to show it off
Cats be nothing more than a Buick Regal
Other people aren't as successful as me and aren't driving fancy cars
My voicebox revolve like a desert eagle
I have a powerful voice like a gun and I'm confident when rapping
I fell in love with a fish called Wanda, milli' Contra
I'm referencing a movie and associating it with my own experience of falling in love with someone
Two thousand and two, kid rookie
I'm new to the rap game in 2002
Gorillas in the myst to rule, polish up, old school
I'm part of a group of 'gorillas' who are tough and powerful, but still maintain a classic image
Picture you motherfuckers on my level, you pussy
I want you to imagine being as successful and tough as me, you're weak in comparison
Type of nigga, who dancing in the date rooms
I'm the type of person who can hold his own and isn't afraid to dance
Singing on the gates, from here now
I'm confident in my abilities and may even sing on a record soon
Allah, better late than never, sixteen bars
I'm referencing Allah and saying that I'm a bit late to the game, but I'm still going to deliver sixteen bars
Of gangsta cheddar, eight to eight, gangsta money
I'm talking about making money through illegal activities and pretending to be cool while doing it
Get yourself smacked up, if you think something was funny...
If you mess with me or disrespect me, you'll regret it and face the consequences
Contributed by Stella T. Suggest a correction in the comments below.