Представляем точный текст композиции "Money" и глубже погружаем в смыслы творчества артиста Cypress Hill . Эта интерпретация слов песни помогает лучше понять смысл заложенный в композицию. Лирика «Money» — это не просто строчки, а история, которую Cypress Hill передаёт через ритм и интонации. Изучайте переводы, оригинальные версии и толкования, чтобы раскрыть все грани этого трека.
Cypress Hill - "Money"
Lyrics to Money : [DJ Muggs] 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 Im 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 [B-Real] I did whatever I could to get by Slang dope, jack people, hands in the sky When you livin on the edge, yeah holmie its 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, homie people will connive Better have a hustle if you mean to survive Why youre so greedy, can you tell us all why Look homie believe me, youre fuckin metal ply For the Dollar everybody is a target thats real Talkin is smog youre fates 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 [Chorus] x 4 Dollar bill yall Dollar bill yall Dollar dollar dollar dollar dollar dollar bill yall [Sen Dog] 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 wheres the can bet your ass you believe it Cause niggaz that you know try hard to be schemin Work hard is fuck, for everything to rock You a dead motherfucker fore I get got Fools got game floss and drop names My moves faster than a runaway train Fuck the world, dont 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 [Chorus] x 4 Dollar bill yall Dollar bill yall Dollar dollar dollar dollar dollar dollar bill yall [B-Real] Only if ya better keep your eyes peeled Cause you were talkin for jacks and thats 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 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 Dont wanna earn shit, you wanna jack for the riches Nothin in lifes for free, my nigga learn that You burn someone, they might just burn back Scorchin niggaz to the third degree Auh yall triggers deserve to be Put out of you misery, youre history son When your body disappears then the mystery come [Chorus] x 4 Dollar bill yall Dollar bill yall Dollar dollar dollar dollar dollar dollar bill yall [ Money Lyrics ]
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