Текст песни Snoop Dogg - Money
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Yeah what up[Chorus]Nigga want hundeds, hundeds, hundedsI need money money moneyNigga want hundeds, hundeds, hundedsNigga I need money money moneyNigga want hundeds hundeds hundedsNigga want money money money[Verse 1]The biggest fast time is rhyme the size crimeIts been the same man since the game became mineI spot four one of these at the same timeLooking like Snoop Dogg back in eighty-nineDo I give a fuck, no I never haveI just blow my weed and take a bubble bathI laugh at these niggaz, I aint mad at you niggazCause half of you niggaz cant even fuck with meI`m on it cause I`m so fucking cityAnd every town that I roll through I leave my G printsLBC, now that`s what I represent, can ya feel it (Eastside)I`m hotter than a batch of fish grease in a skilletI wanna say what up to all the G`s, the killas, and the ballers, and the dealersSee where I`m from you either rate us, hate us or steal usAnd right about now all the cap peelers gotta feel us[Chorus with slight variations repeat 2 X][Verse 2]Money, money is everythingIt`s the crack to the fiendIt`s the king to the queenIt reigns supremeIt`s the crop to the cream (say what)It`s a po man, no man, its everybodys dreamMoney, mo money, get moneyBut make sure you know that your folks don`t get funnyEverybody claiming that they down on they luckWhile I`m fresh dressed like a million bucksI throw on my black socks with my all gold chucksNow lets see which one of my trucks we gone use todayTo slide away, (where we going) to Snoop World mother fucking U.S.AIts all a dream, and dreams can come trueIf it happen for me, shit it can happen for youMeech from the beach, he keep shit crackingAnd everything he touch guaranteed to go platinum[Chorus with slight variations repeat 2 X][Verse 3]Ya got to have cash to make it these daysAnd you can make at least one of a hundred different waysYou can holler at the homie Meech and get a dope trackAnd write you a rap, and try to get you to snapOr you could stand on the streets and holler and wineYou can throw up insane, twenty crip or one nineI chose DP cause financially money money money that`s all a nigga seeSee to get it, is to have it, interstate, maintain, don`t get broke and fail the gameYou might catch me in Brooklyn man hanging out with my sons and god sons, cause it`s a blood thingOr you can catch me in Oakland, or I might be on my way back to the west coastStill smoking, with a pound of that shitWaiting for me at the crib with my dogs my wife and my two kids, getting money[Chorus with slight variations repeat 5 X][Ad libs over chorus]For all the niggaz out there getting their moneyMoney is the root of all evil huhYou know whatI mean, we already living in hellSo fuck, get your money manI look at shit like this:The mother fuckers that don`t got money, they doing badand they don`t give a fuck and they rob they steal they killAnd the mother fuckers that got money, they depressedyou know they can`t enjoy itSo I mean, whats your pleasureyou wanna live with it our without it, shit I`m bout itI got to have it, you feel me[Chorus with slight variations repeat 5 X]