Gettin’ Money

Lyrics

[Intro: Kurupt] Yeah, whassup, this Kurupt Young Gotti I just left Spokane and, re-upped on them pills (Woo) I got them blue devils, bitch I'm with my High Powered niggas (E-Feezy) High Powered Studios, my nigga We High Powered (Awoo) [Verse 1: E-40] They be hydrated and they thirsty And you's a, triple O.G. if you can make it to see 30 Just 'cause that bitch is purty Don't mean she's an angel, mayne, she's dangerous and skanless Suck you brainless and leave your ass broke and chainless The more I teach it to them the more I get 'em in my prime Get off that square nigga's dick and get on mine I'm the best thing that ever happened, to this Earth since the washing machine I'm the only rapper that I know that took dirty money and made it clean Wanna know why I'm seldom seen, and spit work as if it's mescaline 'Cause I had a wooden golf cart from 1 to 13{?} That shit a triple beam, puffin', stuffin' a million dollar dream Getting my rocks off as if it was a semen monkey Ah-duh-a-damnit, d-d-d-damnit, damnit, damnit People'll turn on you like Justin Timberlake did Janet [Hook: Roc'phella] [Verse 2: Kurupt] Yes, it's all about the money, skrilla for a killa Young Magilla Gorilla takin' trips to Venezuela With a cool half a zip, we on a stackin' trip We tryin' to stack our chips (uh, yeah), stack up wax and dip (You know we way on it now, we from Tha Dogg Pound) Probably seen me all around, I did shows in yo' town (Hey, hey, hey) Nike Air Forces (uh), spank Chuck Taylors We don't pose with haters, we communicate with players I'm a hater disintegrater, a player congratulator A money motivator, I'm Gotti Yoda Vader I keep it simple and plain, I'm elevatin' the game You see I fly like falcons, I'm sturdy as mountains I bust on microphones, rhymes flow like fountains I'm Kurupt, and I won't tell you again I like smokin', drinkin', and makin' some ends It's all about the bread, I learned that at the age of ten Listen [Hook] [Daz Dillinger] Hey, hey, hey Whassup E-40, Kurupt I'm here (Here) What it do? Yeah, my nigga John What the fuck, with the shit Poppin' we got it Puerto Rico, headin' back to Miami (Hey, hey) Me Kurupt and E-40 (E-40) on deck keepin' it handy (Blow) The [?] (what), you know I'm bonafide G (G) On how it's 'posed to be, 'cause eyes don't see (Say what? Say what? Say what?) I kick the real shit, I never fake it to make it (Fake it to make it) We got it on top, if I ain't got it I'mma take it (Hey, gimme my shit, hey) The 7-0-7-3, 2-3-5-6-2 DPG, we do what we do (Come on, hey, hey, hey, woo) We got our family (family), we got to get it together (Together) Gotta get our chinchilla for the coldest weather (Woooo) See, I'm a number one, uno, never dos, the West Coast (Horale) Like Rick Ross, we got the best smoke (We got the best smoke, hey) Come and choke and inhale on that good good (Good good) You know we do it like this throughout the hood, hood (Hood hood) You know we slappin' dominoes and we mackin' many hoes (Hoe, hoe) And nobody knows what goes on behind doors (Ho, ho!) 'Cause I'm (Me and you) [Hook]