tha dogg pound - it'z all about that money lyrics
(intro – daz)
man, n-gg- (?) is tore up, knahmsayin?
shh, hop in the car, yo-yo-yo turn that music down
yeah-yeah, y’knahmsayin?
let’s jack these n-gg-z for what they got, knahmsayin?
heard these n-gg-z got some big paper on them
dope sacks and all that sh-t
get the gauge n-gg-, c’mon, let’s go, we out!
(daz)
it’s another bad day in the hood
my clientele’s doin small, my profits ain’t nuttin good
hit a couple licks (hit ’em up!) in a matter of seconds we rich
now it’s all about kimo bricks, and fresh toxics to get is in the mix
it ain’t hard to tell my clientele by makin mayor
but f-ck the cops and these feds tryin to take this rack to jail
hop the gate (hit ’em up!) to get away, this pack ain’t gon’ catch us
and a undercover g, ahh, our plates is from texas
got the bombers, f-ck the moto that n-gg-z never smoke
got the weed that when you take a tote you gonna choke
out of town, we put it down in a major way
never knew or had a clue that we could make some major pay
load up by rucker’s
gettin step and never know who gon’ get shady doin business
so we never slept in powder box and hot, snitches
and fiends, and cops, makin n-gg-z sh-t hot, so we relocate the spot
we got some b-tches doin dirty work, outta down (?) the work
come back wit our bread, break a n-gg- or some hands (b–tch!)
that’s the way i love it, you know i love that sh-t
the way i f-cks a b-tch and clock the green
(sung) because it’s all about the money man
(daz) you can’t get nuttin without it
(sung) it’s all about the money, money, money, money
(daz) that’s what the ballers got
(sung) said it’s all about the money man
(daz) yeah, yeah, yeah
(sung) said it’s all about the money, money, money, money
(daz) cash dollar
(sung) said it’s all about the money man
(daz) you can’t get nuttin without it
(sung) said it’s all about the money, money, money, money
(daz) get it, get it, get it
(sung) said it’s all about the money man
(daz) aww
(sung) said it’s all about the money, money, money, money
(daz) run it, run it, run it
(daz)
fresh broads and five hundred thousand dollars homes
and mobile phones (yeah!) better play the c-ke
smokin weed by the zones (the pound)
got a down -ss b-tch to help me get through sh-t
when times get rough at times you know you can’t trust no b-tch
keep my eye for them high, and a motherf-cker tune it out
zulu’s out, livin life homey, that’s what it’s all about
bustin n-gg-z, dustin n-gg-z, fo’ all out, respect
sprayin n-gg-z down wit the tec, aww sh-t
maintainin bangin me mad, still i do my thang
fly my n-gg-z in stadium style, from the gang
three-fifty-seven’s, forty-fives, get the party live
get the dumpin the n-gg-z that runnin for they lives
(f-cker!) me and my potnahs in the town, slang d-ck deep
through twenty pieces, quarter pound to support the kings
whatchu need is what we got
from the break you diss me to your favorite block
we be settin up shottin what’s mine, tec wit a glock
to let you know, motherf-cker that it don’t stop
makin bills for a quarter mill’, this life we live is way to real
from hustin rock to f-ckin b-tches that’s top knotch (b–tch!)
this fast life made shaq crazy, at actin outta control
to let you know-know what the f-ck we rollin, ganja, ganja rolls
swoopin through the streets to let you motherf-ckers know (know) .
(sung) . that it’s all about the money man
(daz) can’t do nuttin without it
(sung) it’s all about the money, money, money, money
(daz) yeah (?)
(sung) said it’s all about the money man
(daz) can’t be cheap
(sung) said it’s all about the money, money, money, money
(daz) yeah, yeah, yeah
(sung) said it’s all about the money man
(daz) money, money, cash money
(sung) said it’s all about the money, money, money, money
(daz) cash scrilla
(sung) said it’s all about the money man
(daz) can’t be cheap
(sung) said it’s all about the money, money, money, money
(daz) money, money
(outro – daz)
yeah, keep your motherf-ckin head up and watch yo’ back
cause everywhere you go some n-gg- out there tryin to, jack on yo’ -ss
y’knahi’msayin? ain’t nuttin nice about these streets, y’knahmsayin?
every g out there for they selves, that’s how it goes down, y’know?
so y’all check game, peep game so y’all understand
it’s all about that money mayn, that chedder y’knahmsayin?
f-ck these sucker -ss n-gg-z out there my n-gg-!
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