Dollars Make Sense Lyrics - I Want It All - Warren G

[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)