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De La Soul - Текст песни Dollars Make Sense
[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 dollarDe La Soul - Dollars Make Sense - http://ru.motolyrics.com/de-la-soul/dollars-make-sense-lyrics.html
 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)










