收聽Cypress Hill的Money (Explicit Album Version)歌詞歌曲

Money (Explicit Album Version)

Cypress Hill2004年3月23日

Money (Explicit Album Version) 歌詞

Yo I got this plan to make some money

I want you to keep this sh*t to yourself

 

At 6:15 am the truck pulls out the post office

On Lankershin and Wilsher

Now it makes one stop before it goes to Sacramento

Which is a mail drop-off at First Federal Loan and Savings

 

I did whatever I could to get by

Slang d**e jack people hands in the sky

When you livin' on the edge yeah homie it's a high

You get caught up in the drama and eventually you die

Livin' in a hard world some are livin' lies

Son you better wise up and open up your eyes

Sh*t it never easy homie people will connive

Better have a hustle if you mean to survive

Why you're so greedy can you tell us all why

Look homie believe me you're f**kin' metal ply

For the dollar everybody is a target that's real

Talkin' is smog you're fate's signed and sealed

You could be the next one cross 'em in the path

What maybe if you do the math you can avoid the blood bath

All the money that we stole too weak to take greed

Give it to an honest man the money is still deep

Dollar bill y'all

Dollar bill y'all

Dollar dollar dollar dollar dollar bill y'all

Dollar bill y'all

Dollar bill y'all

Dollar dollar dollar dollar dollar bill y'all

Dollar bill y'all

Dollar bill y'all

Dollar dollar dollar dollar dollar bill y'all

Dollar bill y'all

Dollar bill y'all

Dollar dollar dollar dollar dollar bill y'all

 

Fiend for the lean green

Never get enough is a mother f**kin' gangs dream

For the love of the cash flow

You could live fast and you could die slow

Sure but you can bet your a** you believe it

'Cause niggas that you know try hard to be schemin'

Work hard as f**k for everything to rock

You a dead mother f**ker 'fore I get got

Fools got game floss and drop names

My move's faster than a runaway train

F**k the world don't ask me for sh*t

That's you on your knees and you want some dick

Spot a gold digger with a hairline trigger

Each move you make the reputation get bigger

For the love of the money p**sy drugs

Fools change get all twisted up

Dollar bill y'all

Dollar bill y'all

Dollar dollar dollar dollar dollar bill y'all

Dollar bill y'all

Dollar bill y'all

Dollar dollar dollar dollar dollar bill y'all

Dollar bill y'all

Dollar bill y'all

Dollar dollar dollar dollar dollar bill y'all

Dollar bill y'all

Dollar bill y'all

Dollar dollar dollar dollar dollar bill y'all

Only if ya better keep your eyes peeled

'Cause you were talkin' for jacks and that's real

Whether you rap or do biz or drug deal

Homie for the dollar you can get yourself killed

He decided to jet it could happen with no discussions

Straps of all pain fools f**kin' eruptin'

For the green little papers jackin' your neighbors

But what if your neighbor put arms in his favor

Moved up the heater to mash you punk b**ches

Don't wanna earn sh*t you wanna jack for the riches

Nothin' in life's for free my ni**a learn that

You burn someone they might just burn back

Scorchin' niggas to the third degree

Auh y'all triggers deserve to be

Put out of your misery your history son

When your body disappears then the mystery come

Dollar bill y'all

Dollar bill y'all

Dollar dollar dollar dollar dollar bill y'all

Dollar bill y'all

Dollar bill y'all

Dollar dollar dollar dollar dollar bill y'all

Dollar bill y'all

Dollar bill y'all

Dollar dollar dollar dollar dollar bill y'all

Dollar bill y'all

Dollar bill y'all

Dollar dollar dollar dollar dollar bill y'all

 

***歌詞來自第三方***