Warren G, Reel Tight, Kurupt, Crucial Conflict - Dollars Make Sense lyrics

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
Aaaaaaaaaaaaaaah

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

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

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

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 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

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

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