Текст песни




All I know is that money don't make
The man, but man I gotta make money
If not, I can't see me and my fam out here going hungry
I'm hot, like a crack pot, the water mad hot
We hook it up, we cook it up like the dog and cat spot
Stomping like sasquatch from Millwick to Ashmont
Gon' need Hunt to McGyver and Matlock
To see what they can't see and stop what they can't stop
Cause I'm the real green monster like my town's mascot
Babbles getting my Mean Joe Greene on
Out in the cold with my twenty-five jeans on
John Henry, Arm & Hammer, Yao Ming with my nin-on
Stunners and jewels shine from the liquor store neon
My white girl blow, niggas is getting they sneeze on
If I caught it in the street then she drop her knees on
Ask me for pity I must be on what the fiends on
In the school of hard rock, not the principal to lean on
Must be from a different world, go get your kadeem on
Don't sleep or wink, these ain't the streets to dream on
They was all yours until they put me on
Wanna make a buck, get your speed on or get peed on, nigga
I mean why it gotta be like I'm the bad guy?
Cause I'm getting money and your ho know I'm mad fly?
I skeet it, she see it
Cause I'm the reason why the bitch got two bat eyes
She half patty half chinky, call the bitch pad thai
Need to get her head right, she need to prac-tice
She say I'm conceited, I say that's right
You know how I treat her when the bitch don't act right
Can't be fucking around, this shit serious
Can't be fucking around, I said
Yeah, I like that, yup
Yeah, I like that, yeah
Yeah, I like that, oh
Can't be fucking around, I said
Okay, I'mma get real realistic
Everybody know the game real materialistic
Money in the hood trickle down, theories a myth, kid
Waiting for the money train, ah damn we done missed it
Got government assistance, I'll tell you the difference
It's about steaks compared to a fish stick
Hood getting none, or either one
So get the president on the jag and tell him we need funds
Fuck the war, the ones in charge immature
War pick a fight and can't settle a score
So when the draft hit, I'mma be in Canada low
Pushing a couple P's through the wind and snow
I like that, yeah
Yeah, I like that, yup
Yeah, I like that, yeah
Yeah, I like that, oh
Can't be fucking around, I said



Авторы: Alonzo E. Jr. Lee, Howard Earl Bailey, Steve Anthony Prudholme, Nathaniel D. Hale, Bobby Wardell Sandimanie Jr., Shamar D. Daugherty, Mischke J. Butler, Houston Edward Summers Copyright: Almo Music Corp., Irving Music Inc., Universal Music Corp., Mischkemusic Inc., Universal Music - Mgb Songs, Chingy Music, Houston Summers Music Publishing, Notting Hill Music (uk) Ltd., Reach Global Inc., 10 X 2 Publishing, Ultra Tunes (ascap), Ultra Tunes, Ultra Music Publishing Europe Ag



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