Текст песни Money - Cypress Hill
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
Dollar
bill
y'all
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bill
y'all
Dollar
dollar
dollar
dollar
dollar
dollar
bill
y'all
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bill
y'all
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bill
y'all
Dollar
dollar
dollar
dollar
dollar
dollar
bill
y'all
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
Dollar
bill
y'all
Dollar
bill
y'all
Dollar
dollar
dollar
dollar
dollar
dollar
bill
y'all
Dollar
bill
y'all
Dollar
bill
y'all
Dollar
dollar
dollar
dollar
dollar
dollar
bill
y'all
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
Dollar
bill
y'all
Dollar
bill
y'all
Dollar
dollar
dollar
dollar
dollar
dollar
bill
y'all
Dollar
bill
y'all
Dollar
bill
y'all
Dollar
dollar
dollar
dollar
dollar
dollar
bill
y'all
Dollar
bill
y'all
Dollar
bill
y'all
Dollar
dollar
dollar
dollar
dollar
dollar
bill
y'all
1 Ganja Bus
2 Number Seven
3 Eulogy
4 What's Your Number
5 Latin Thugs
6 Another Body Drops
7 Till Death Comes
8 Busted In the Hood
9 Money
10 Never Know
11 Last Laugh
12 Bong Hit
13 Once Again
14 One Last Cigarette
15 Street Wars
16 Till Death Do Us Part
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