Dollars Make Sense
Warren G feat. Kurupt & Crucial Conflict Lyrics
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Ha haha haha haha, yeah! It's Kurupt Young Gotti
Heha ha, 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, ah
Dollars make sense, it's all incorporated
I'ma get it all, since a BG I done did it all, was in it all
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 be
"Shorty BIT'S ME!", G Dove, I'm out to make a grip
So call Crucial Conflict and let's make us some bomb shit
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 gang bangers 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 cash flow
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
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' through 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' see'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
Talin' bout that money, dollar
Gettin' that money, gettin' paid
Talin' bout that money, dollar
Gettin' that money, gettin' paid
Talin' bout that money, dollar
Gettin' that money, gettin' paid
Talin' bout that money, dollar
Gettin' that money, gettin' paid
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 locs in the hood they lord be makin' it hard so lately
But I gotta stay at the table, 'cause 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
Don't kick it out, let's do this
Comin' out the do', we down to wall
Gotta get in the business,
Tell me what's the call, we to the fall to ball
We can't just fold up,
Gotta whole bunch of homies dependin' on this, sho' 'nough
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 'cause 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
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
Talin' bout that money, dollar
Gettin' that money, gettin' paid
Talin' bout that money, dollar
Gettin' that money, gettin' paid
Talin' bout that money, dollar
Gettin' that money, gettin' paid
Talin' bout that money, dollar
Gettin' that money, gettin' paid
Talin' bout that money, dollar
Gettin' that money, gettin' paid
Talin' bout that money, dollar
Gettin' that money, gettin' paid
Talin' bout that money, dollar
Gettin' that money, gettin' paid
The song "Dollars Make Sense" by Warren G featuring Kurupt and Crucial Conflict talks about the importance of making and earning money in life. The song makes a strong case for why money is essential for survival and progress in society. The lyrics describe how the artists have gone through various struggles in life and how they have used their skills and entrepreneurial spirit to earn money and build a better life for themselves.
The chorus of the song, "talking 'bout that money, dollar, getting' that money, getting' paid," reinforces the idea that money is essential for success and that one must work hard and smart to earn it. The lyrics describe various ways in which the artists have made money, such as by selling drugs, hustling, and performing music. The song also highlights some of the risks and challenges involved in trying to make money, such as police harassment and rival gangs.
Overall, the lyrics of "Dollars Make Sense" promote the idea that money is a vital factor in modern society and that everyone should strive to earn it and use it wisely.
Line by Line Meaning
Y'all don't know nothin' about this He-are
We have something special going on here that you do not understand.
Dollars make sense, it's all incorporated
Money is important, and we need to strategize to make it.
Got everything I need, Hennessey and weed
I have all the necessary elements of a good time: alcohol and cannabis.
So how do I get paid, all these licks nowadays
I wonder how I can make money, because things are different now.
Tryin' to stack my tips, comin' in a big ole ride
I'm trying to save up my money and make a grand entrance.
We illa your side, in the back we get hot
We bring the heat, and our crew in the back is just as talented.
I'm strictly ever gon' gank move
I have to be careful because I can't afford to mess up my money.
Talin' bout that money, dollar
Let's talk about money and how it's crucial to our lives.
Retire out on the lakefront, smokin' blunts
I hope to live a long, happy life, chilling by the lake and smoking weed.
This only hustle is for brothers
Working hard to make money is a struggle experienced mostly by black men.
Hittin' switches and we checkin' all snitches
We are living the high life, but also keeping our eyes and ears open for trouble.
Lyrics © Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC
Written by: WARREN, III GRIFFIN
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