Текст песни Crucial Conflict - Just Getting My Money
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Hook:Just getting my moneyAll the girls in the world wanna ride wit meJust getting my moneyI`m a Chi-town playa can`t you seeJust getting my moneyMack all the way what can I sayJust getting my moneyI`m the prince of the funkAnd it sounds this wayVerse 1: Cold Hard, KiloIntroducing myself as the chief-king Cold HardLooking cold like the blowOf windsmoke like a bodyguardSlick as the slickestSlicker you can thinkaScrew me ya goofy trickAnd then I`ll switch yaGot me all hot when haters be at meTryin` ta kick off something cause I be jazzyBut I don`t trip at all, I keep on mackingSit back relax as my ends keep on stacking[Kilo]Check it out I strutPeeping all the good buttsCan I get it on you can have a cutOf a potent raw dope partyThat have you peeped in one hitOf the key to mack, have you freakingStraight game from the Chi-townThe fly town, stop fighting all you fat girlsI`ma thousand grammes so act clownPlayas hated looking fadedAin`t that funny, dummy,Yo girl be giving up the moneyHookVerse 2: NeverlessBrothers like me you know I have ta ball a bitOut wit the Conflict and you know we runnin` itMy fellas told me there`s a gang hanging on the roadRolling down the window macking on these 3-0-4`sThey creeping peeping to the game but they all the sameRolling round wid me this trying ta get up in yo brainBut I maintain mine, and I gotta claim mineRunning wid them renegades stepping in between linesWe rolling up the vibes, stepping in the 9-5Kilo, Cold Hard and the Never wid the Wild StyleFreaks in Deca-T Westside and Chi-Town the bestCause we westbound put 2 up on ya chest nowBow down, bow-wow yo yippee-yayCrucial Conflict`s got `em in the barn smoking on hayBut still it`s on to the break a dawn, dawn of the dayAs I chill wid the Conflict, just getting my money!HookVerse 3: WildStyleStraight for the hood I be live 4-5 by my sideAs I ride on the funky track bumpin` yo backIn the `Lac we be like snicking a mix like thisEvery single day when I play my wayCause it ain`t no thing for me ta just chillGot my money in my pocket everything is realWho is me? What is me? Could you be like me?Creepin` it`s the weekend and I`ll be sneakingBass penetrate my chest when I`m off the cess-simeYa see the mack make it easy,All a y`all freaks we can party all nightThrow ya hands in the s-k-y put `em up highSweet, beet, good enough ta eat,Get ya champagne glasses drink is on meTo all you MCs, playas indeed, it`s the wicked WildStyleAnd I`d like ta say peaceHook (til` fade)