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spider loc - too much money lyrics

[intro: ras kass]
what are we waiting for?
yeah
razzy kazzy, the [?], spider loc
we gon’ ride (yea) this sh+t out y’all
carpe diem, get your f+ckin’ money

[chorus: ras kass]
too much money to get (too much)
too many bulletproof gts to whip (ya know)
i’m tryna f+ck exotic hoes and go on tour, c’mon let’s travel the world
what are we waiting for?

[verse 1: ras kass]
i’m fresh outta l.a., southwest of the l.b.c. [?] finest, ain’t sh+t you can tell me
n+ggas burn ls, ras hit the belve, no set+trippin’ but my luggage say l.v. (louie vuitton)
cut out your tongue and eyes you ever tell b
and you could never replace your left eye like tlc
brad pitt and sn+tch they can’t comprehend me (what?)
but i won’t throw the fight and you gon’ die in the end, see (ah)
poverty made me crazy (f+ck you), just pay me
gas prices to high, blame it on d+ck cheney (woo)
mister miscellaneous, instantaneous combustion
hot to death, i spit flamey
a little n+gga, raised by the mid 80s, on that old school ice cube, b+tch you can’t play me
ras is like orderin’ starbucks from a red mercedes in hades
like manga (what are we waiting for?) anime mae mae
[chorus: ras kass & spider loc ]
too much money to get (too much)
too many bulletproof gts to whip (yea)
i’m tryna f+ck exotic hoes and go on tour, c’mon let’s travel the world (ha)
too much money to get (yea)
too many bulletproof gts (yea) to whip (yea)
i’m tryna f+ck exotic hoes and go on tour, c’mon let’s travel the world (let’s ride)
what are we waiting for?

[verse 2: spider loc]
i got a flow so hot that it get the fire red
and it’s on me to talk sh+t now that richard pryor dead (haaaa)
these n+ggas get deals and start to disregard the grinds
when a couple of years they be real hard to find, they hate
i paroral from the yard to shine
so i’m stayin’ on the road goin’ hard for mine (ching ching)
you see i ain’t the little homie, i don’ did two bids
i still keep a pistol on me and i got two kids (rah)
i know you been gone and heard a lot about the land (i know)
this n+gga, that n+gga, but it’s all about the man and d+mn
everybody had to say they side (e.c.i.p.) about young s.p.i. at the day they die
my name steady in the street but i still feel focused and just a word to the hood, loc, i don’t k!ll coastes
i’m a g+unit rider, got a million in the bank
and i’m a real straight shooter, i’m brilliant in the paint

[chorus: ras kass & spider loc]
too much money to get
too many bulletproof gts to whip
i’m tryna f+ck exotic hoes and go on tour, c’mon let’s travel the world
too much money to get
too many bulletproof gts to whip
i’m tryna f+ck exotic hoes and go on tour, c’mon let’s travel the world (ha haaaa)
what are we waiting for?
[outro: spider loc]
ay look here young, ay
nah for real though, i, i, i wish i could come through and just post up and get loaded wit’chall but
that n+gga f, we, we, we finna get on this jet and go to
over, i gotta get my passport and sh+t
yea, naw i was, naw i was in, i wasn’t even in the land i was in new york and sh+t cuzz
this n+gga ras got a spot out there, we was just chillin’ and sh+t
you know he just came home, he on parole and sh+t
he was doin’, doin’ what he do like
you know i’m sayin’, ’cause we be just emceeing doe y’all this ain’t even no, we don’t wanna, be, beatin’ up people and all that, we emceeing and rappin’ and sh+t, gettin’ this money all over the motherf+ckin’ world
ha hah, it’s nothin’, you feel me? we west ridin’
whoo kid branded out west deuce times, gettin’ dough
50 don’ bought it out west two times, gettin’ dough
we gon’ get some mo, what up banks? young buck my n+gga, tony yayo, i think like you, hmph, i’m predicate felon, n+gga
m.o.p., mobb deep, we holdin’ it down, first lady, miss o, o, o
hmph, i’m a g+ngb+nger ya’ll, i’m out
what are we waiting for?

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