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The lyrics paint a stark picture of a world where financial desperation dictates survival and social interaction. The opening lines immediately establish a sense of urgency and competition, with former winners now "losin' sleep." The narrator, Coolio, adopts a persona of aggressive confidence, likening himself to a "Monkey Jackson" swinging through the hood, demanding respect and, more importantly, money. This isn't just about wealth; it's about power and the consequences of disrespect, with threats of violence and leaving families "screamin' and grievin'" if payment isn't made promptly. The repeated demand, "have my money when I come, bitch, don't make me chase it," underscores a transactional, almost predatory, dynamic at play. The chorus hammers home the central theme: "Make money money, make money money money / 'Cause ain't shit funny." This simple, repetitive phrase highlights the grim reality that humor and levity are luxuries unavailable when survival is on the line. The lyrics then expand on the various origins and types of money – "Drug money, street money, Clean money, love money, hate money" – suggesting a spectrum of illicit and legitimate means to acquire it. The chilling warning, "late money might find you in a lake, dummy," serves as a brutal reminder of the high stakes involved in this pursuit. Gangsta Lu's verse offers a slightly different perspective, emphasizing the grind and the desire for stability: "I try to shut it down so I can stack a pound / So I can keep my motherfuckin' feet on the solid ground." Yet, even this aspiration is framed within the context of hustling, moving from "Euro to euro, and dollar to dollar." The imagery shifts to a more decadent, albeit still street-oriented, scene of success, with "shrimps with pimps, ballers, gangstas, and rollers." However, the underlying message remains consistent: the accumulation of wealth, regardless of the method, is the primary objective, a means to an end in a world that offers little else. The effectiveness of these lyrics lies in their blunt, unvarnished portrayal of a specific, often harsh, reality. The aggressive tone, the direct demands, and the stark warnings create a visceral sense of the pressure and danger associated with the pursuit of money. The repetition in the chorus and the varied descriptions of money types reinforce the all-consuming nature of this goal. It's a raw, unflinching look at a world where financial success is not just desirable, but essential for survival, and where failure carries severe, potentially fatal, consequences.

Coolio & Gangsta Lu - Rap, In English

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[Verse 1: Coolio] I guess it's on again 'cause [?] Niggas that used to win, now they losin' sleep again It's the main attraction, fuckin' call me Monkey Jackson Swingin' through the hood like "ee ee" [?] crackin' I got a [?] truck full of [?] Better run back to the hood, tell 'em to fatten your sack up White, red, brown, or black-a, I treat ya like crackas If you hate me then I hate back, don't be fuckin' my mack up As a matter of fact-a, motherfucker, stop speakin' My motherfuckin' name out your mouth You'll catch you a beatin', nigga I do it to death, fool, I'm leavin' you bleeding Leavin' your family and [?] screamin' and grievin' Think I'm playin', keep playin', nigga, you fuckin' with bangers Ain't no imposters [?] you fuckin' with gangstas You fuckin' with niggas [?] in alleys and basements So have my monеy when I come, bitch, don't make mе chase it [Chorus] Make money money, make money money money 'Cause ain't shit funny And when it's on, take money, take money money money That's how we thuggin' Drug money (Drug money), street money (Street money) Clean money (Clean money), love money (Love money), hate money As long as it ain't late money 'Cause late money might find you in a lake, dummy [Verse 2: Gangsta Lu] No [?] Gangsta Lu fuckin' hustler 'til they come and get me Look, I try to shut it down so I can stack a pound So I can keep my motherfuckin' feet on the solid ground Euro to euro, and dollar to dollar [?] nigga, now I'm poppin' my collar Brushin' dirt off my shoulders like [?] Eatin' shrimps with pimps, ballers, gangstas, and rollers [?] These bitches can't seem to keep their panties on I'm hittin' hunnies from they back when they men ain't home [?] Call me Gangsta Lu or call me Gangsta Louis [?] shitty diapers on these niggas like they baby [?] Nigga [?] got a cousin named Gino [?] [Chorus] Make money money, make money money money 'Cause ain't shit funny And when it's on, take money, take money money money That's how we thuggin' Drug money (Drug money), street money (Street money) Clean money (Clean money), love money (Love money), hate money As long as it ain't late money 'Cause late money might find you in a lake, dummy [Verse 3] They say everything has a price tag, and it might have But for now, niggas better bring a ice bag Cross my path, and we gonna have a fight class So gauge the distance from my fist to where your eye at, biatch Coolio in the flesh, of course I'm fresh Of course I'm [?] Remington and Smith & Wess' And when it's time to pay me, you better have my fetti I smoke your block and make it hotter than [?] My name ain't 50 Cent, but I got penny sense Backslap your ass with the force of fifty pimps I walk the block with a Glock like I got fifty limps I kiss their [?] like I got fifty lips I got stamina, I'm strong like fifty dicks I made her scream, bitch [?] fifty inch Now she know what to do, she go and get her crew And go and get some cheese and being it back to Cool [Interlude] Make money money, make money money money Make money money, make money money money [Chorus] Make money money, make money money money 'Cause ain't shit funny And when it's on, take money, take money money money That's how we thuggin' Drug money, street money Clean money, love money, hate money As long as it ain't late money 'Cause late money might find you in a lake, dummy [Outro] Make money money, make money money money Make money money, make money money money

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