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  • Текст песни Cypress Hill - Money

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        Yo, I got this plan to make some money.
        I want you to keep this shit to yourself.
        At 6:15 am this truck pulls out the post office.
        I'm like a shootin' wisher.
        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 dope jack people hands in the sky
    When you livin' on the edge yeah holmie 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
    Shit it never easy holmie people will connive
    Better have a hustle if you mean to survive

    Why you're so greedy can you tell us all why
    Look holmie believe me you're fuckin' 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 dollar bill y'all

    Fiend for the mean green
    Never get enough is a mother fuckin' gangsta dream
    For the love of the cash flow
    You could live fast and you could die slow

    Show where's the can bet your ass you believe it
    'Cause niggas that you know try hard to be schemin'
    Work hard is fuck for everything to rock
    You a dead mother fucker 'fore I get got

    Fools got game floss and drop names
    My move's faster than a runaway train
    Fuck the world don't ask me for shit
    Catch you on your knees and you want some dick

    Spot a gold nigga with a hairline trigger
    Each root your name the reputation get bigger
    For the love of the money, pussy, drugs
    Fools change and get all twisted up

        Dollar bill y'all
        Dollar bill y'all
        Dollar 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
    Holmie for the dollar you can get yourself killed

    He decided to jet it could happen with no discussion
    Straps of all pain fools fuckin' 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 bitches
    Don't wanna earn shit you wanna jack for the riches
    Nothin' in life's for free my nigga 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 you 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 dollar bill y'all

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