N. Perez

Money Money Money

<i>[Nate Dogg]</i>
That's my lady, she will never jack me down (Money, money, money)
That's my baby, she's gone always be around (Money, money, money)
She will never play me, she stray true when I leave town (Money, money, money)
That's my playmate

Got my mind on my money
Got my money on my mind

<i>[Baby Bash]</i>
She's my peso, my denero, my paper, my playmate
She's always on time and never a day late
She's never on a diet, my pockets they gain weight
And me without her is something I can't take

Now we gone ride like the wind, my lover, my dividends
She my fatty, I'm her dirty and she's my best friend
Got me spending weekends in Kingston Jamaica
Eww my favorite charge
Eww I love my paper
And when she step out of line, that he gone get on the grind
Facing penitentiary time, but she's eventually mine
The same color as my hydro, I swear the only breezy I die for
My mind sold

In love with this cheddar
Me and her go together
Like birds of one feather
She keep me riding on leather
And chrome, you know it's on when my baby come home
She's my playboy bunny that's sweeter than honeycomb

<i>[Nate Dogg]</i>
That's my lady, she will never jack me down (Money, money, money)
That's my baby, she's gone always be around (Money, money, money)
She will never play me, she stray true when I leave town (Money, money, money)
That's my playmate

Got my mind on my money
Got my money on my mind

<i>[Baby Bash]</i>
Love at first sight
Sex on the first night
My blessing when I'm stressing, she's keeping my game tight
She's doing the thing right
She's beeping compliancy
If I'm Ricky Ricardo, then she's my Lucy
My fly serenity, my pockets is energy
As a matter of fact, she's gone bring the Hennessy
I'd love to hold her, fold her, her love is so douja
Got them dime pieces making love to my poster
(what is it?)
I'm loving this part of the game
And my money aint genocide I aint got to explain
Swinging her from lane to lane
We doing the damn thing
My money, my motivation, my national campaign

<i>[Nate Dogg]</i>
That's my lady, she will never jack me down (Money, money, money)
That's my baby, she's gone always be around (Money, money, money)
She will never play me, she stray true when I leave town (Money, money, money)
That's my playmate

Got my mind on my money
Got my money on my mind

<i>[Feminine Voice & Baby Bash]</i>
My pride, my joy, my everything (that's what I am talking about)
I ride my boy on everything
My pride, my joy, my everything (that's what I am talking about)
I ride my boy on everything
My pride, my joy, my everything (that's what I am talking about)
I ride my boy on everything

<i>[Nate Dogg]</i>
That's my lady, she will never jack me down (Money, money, money)
That's my baby, she's gone always be around (Money, money, money)
She will never play me, she stray true when I leave town (Money, money, money)
That's my playmate

Got my mind on my money
Got my money on my mind

Money, Money, Money
Money
Money, Money, Money

Paul Wall, Baby Bash, what dey talkin bout (I'm jus sayin)
Its throwed off playa, it's throwed off playa its throwed off play (its goin down)

(Chorus 2x)
Its throwed off playa (already)
Its throwed off playa (already)
Its throwed off playa (already, u already know)
Its throwed off playa (already)
Its throwed off playa (already)
Its throwed off playa (already, kno evrywhere we go)

(verse 1)
Now its about dat time, we rearrange ur mind
We jammin jersey 4 shersey we blowin on dat pine
Dey call me baby bash
So wet wen i park i splash
I only f**k wit da trill dat aint no sucka task
Now lets accelerate n get 2 celebratin
I'll throw my drink in ur face wit all dat playahation
I'm not gon have it
Super unleaded watch me pimp
We got em thrown hard down at da rocky pimp
I gotta supa bed
We keep it on da cool
Space city, h-town man wat it do?
Lets get it gravitatin
Get thrown out da club
I'm throwed off like a muthaf**ka poppin bub

(Chorus 2x)

(verse 2)
Now u jus tuned into da crunk show
Nephews n my uncles
We poppin purk put in work
So wats up tho?
We like it big n heavy


Enormous an humongous
An on my fingers an the glock it grew some green fungus
I'm tryin na bump a beat
Wit out even tryin
I'm throwed off like a fastball from
Nolan Ryan
Sum like 2 get it hypie
Sum like 2 get it crunk
Sum like dat bold fast
And sum like dat perky stuff

(Chorus 2x)

(verse 3 paul wall)
I'm da Chick Magnet
Imma da people's champ
Im in da club throwed off 'cause i'm da peoples tramp
I'm takin shots of Patron
I wash it down wit a beer
I spit da same mackin game to evry dime piece here
I'm da topic of discussion to da gurls at da bar
Dey wonder if i'm drinkin alcohol
Or sippin on barre
Dey fell in love wit my car
Dey wanna marry my cash
Dey wanna be down wit a playa
'cause i'm ridin wit bash
I already
I pull up on pirelli drippin candy paint n jelly
I stop, at *chimmy chan's* an throw sumthing in my belly
Its paul wall, a G in da mack
Its goin down, 'cause i'm dope like dat
I'm jus sayin tho

(Chorus 2x)

What is it

Move it up
Drink it up
Roll it up
Shake it up
(2x)

(chorus:)
Money,sex,acohal
Shopping sprees at the mall
Who wit' me
Who who who wit' me
Who who
Mink coats, rabbit fers
Anything that she perfers
Who wit' me
Who who
Who wit' me
Who who
Candy thangs switching lanes
Kron grills and wood brains
Who wit' me
Who who
Who wit' me
Who who
Love peace chiken greace
In the club or in the streets
Who wit' me
Who who
Who wit' me
Who who

You must be dumb or blind
If you cant see my kind
Sharp as a porkupine
We off the party line
Im so electrified
Im so electrified
Im so (4x)
Im so electrified

You know theres nutin to it
Where the hekll you goin stupit
We off them trees honey bee
With that duel fluid
Across the riva
Above the clouds
Its where you find me wit ma people
What im talkin bout

(chorus)

Heavens the mother troad
Clovers and blue dimounds
I don't know what the hell im sayin but im still rhymein
And im so ultrafly
Ultramagneticfly
This vodka wit this red bulls got me energized

U-G-L-Y
You aint got no alaby
You ugly
OHHH
You ugly
(2x)

(chorus)

Let me see you sweat
Let me see you drip
Yeah
(4x)

U-G-L-Y
You aint got no alaby
You ugly
OHHH
You ugly
(2x)

(chorus)

Crazy Toones, my DJ
When he play, you obey
Crazy Toones, my DJ
When he play, you obey
Crazy Toones, my DJ
When he play, you obey
Crazy Toones, my DJ
When he play, you obey

[Chorus:]
(Rollin' through the hood) I'ma keep it 100
I'ma keep it 100, I'ma keep it 100
(What you talkin' bout?) I'ma keep it 100
I'ma keep it 100, I'ma keep it 100
(Keep it cool dogg) I'ma keep it 100
I'ma keep it 100, I'ma keep it 100
(Act a fool dogg) I'ma keep it 100
I'ma keep it 100, I'ma keep it 100

[W.C.:]
Now the party didn't start 'til Dub bailed in
With a fresh white on smellin' like Patron
Blue pro fitted tilted to the side of the dome
Fo'-five on my side, nigga never alone
I'm the last of the reputables, jumpin' off the handlebars
Still gettin' money off the yola white scrambled hard
Three-wheelin' in a Caddy Brougham
It ain't P. Diddy bitch but tell 'em daddy's home
In a big frame, Big Swang, nigga just switched lanes
Now it's Lench Mob on the end of that chain
Now we clutchin' that clutch, all in the guts of these sluts
Lench Mob baby, ain't nobody fuckin' with us
W.C. the sickest, viscous, grip trig's and switches
Back givin' nig's the business
Down on my knees 'bout to gamble and shoot
(Serve they ass homie) Niggaz can't handle the truth

[Chorus:]
(When I'm in the hood) I'ma keep it 100
I'ma keep it 100, I'ma keep it 100
(What you talkin' bout?) I'ma keep it 100
I'ma keep it 100, I'ma keep it 100
(Keep it cool dogg) I'ma keep it 100
I'ma keep it 100, I'ma keep it 100
(Act a fool dogg) I'ma keep it 100
I'ma keep it 100, I'ma keep it 100

[W.C.:]
Smokin' on that good thang known as the kush mayne
Laced with the hash oil, nigga that's a hood thang
Hood money, hood fast livin'
The wrong Starter cap will get you a hood ass kickin'
One name, gun flame, little niggaz wanna bang
Ride on me mayne, but on mine it's a money thang
But I still run the land, with the gun in hand
Cause one shell will have yo' ass doin' the runnin' man
Califoolya, better keep your Calico
Cause round here niggaz don't scrap no more
And since niggaz ain't squabbin' no more
I keep somethin' to make your chain hang low
and make it wobble to the floor
I squeeze heat, fuck your day up like
barbeque sauce on a brand-new creased T
Now who gon' bring the West back?
I don't know but I did my job, I put this bitch on the map

[Chorus:]
(When I'm in the hood) I'ma keep it 100
I'ma keep it 100, I'ma keep it 100
(What you talkin' bout?) I'ma keep it 100
I'ma keep it 100, I'ma keep it 100
(Keep it cool dogg) I'ma keep it 100
I'ma keep it 100, I'ma keep it 100
(Act a fool dogg) I'ma keep it 100
I'ma keep it 100, I'ma keep it 100

[W.C.:]
I'm a legend, G, however niggaz wanna put it
Threw the dub up so long my fingers goin' crooked
The West ain't dead, I'm all the proof you need
In the Cadillac off of Grey Goose and weed
In the studio tryin' to balance the two
One pocket full of rap money, the other crack residue
Flag hangin' out my motherfuckin' jeans
Hopin' hip-hop come with dirty money to clean
South Central is MySpace nigga, but I ain't on the internet
Motherfucker I'm in the set
So don't make me have to come to your video set
With a chopper on my seat like Maurice Clarrett
I'll get at ya, niggaz know the stature
My fanbase, Corcoran to Pelican Bay to Calipatria
Dub still the nigga, so throw your fingers up in the sky
If you's a real nigga I'ma keep it real nigga

[Chorus:]
(When I'm in the hood) I'ma keep it 100
I'ma keep it 100, I'ma keep it 100
(What you talkin' bout?) I'ma keep it 100
I'ma keep it 100, I'ma keep it 100
(Keep it cool dogg) I'ma keep it 100
I'ma keep it 100, I'ma keep it 100
(Act a fool dogg) I'ma keep it 100
I'ma keep it 100, I'ma keep it 100

Crazy Toones, my DJ
When he play, you obey
Crazy Toones, my DJ
When he play, you obey
Crazy Toones, my DJ
When he play, you obey
Crazy Toones, my DJ
When he play, you obey

[Intro:]
Bubble pop
Come on
[Repeat 4x]

[Natalie:]
I'm so bubbalicious
And so delicious
You can't resist it
Now can we kick it out
Mah friend?

[Baby Bash:]
Yes I'm yo friend
Your so super natural
(Uh Huh)
When you dancing on da pole
(Uh Huh)
Make me say "Oh Boy"
Oh Boy

[Natalie:]
I'm so bubbalicious
And so delicious
You can't resist it
Now can we kick it out
Mah friend?

[Baby Bash:]
Yes I'm yo friend
Your so super natural
(Uh Huh)
When you dancing on da pole
(Uh Huh)
Make me say "Oh Boy"
Oh Boy

[Verse 1:]
You keep it bubbalicious
Girl and thas what's up
Your handling yo business
Girl and thas what's up
I like it when ya shake it
Girl and thas what's up
You know that u can take it
Girl and thas what's up
Supa dupa fly
Baby Girl, you so grown
Bangin' cold flavor
Thas some cold Rocky Road
Mah friends lay low on da
Next episode
We havin' some of trouble
When we bubble
Girl, let da game flow

[Natalie:]
I'm so bubbalicious
And so delicious
You can't resist it
Now can we kick it out
Mah friend?

[Baby Bash:]
Yes I'm yo friend
Your so super natural
(Uh Huh)
When you dancing on da pole
(Uh Huh)
Make me say "Oh Boy"
Oh Boy



[Verse 2:]
Now how da hell u get a playa
So electrified
Is that a dance you do
Or an exercise
Baby take me to a place
Where my spirits run free
Dance like we in France mama
Ooh-Wee-Wee
You the type of chick who loves
Skirts and High Heels
I'm the type of cat who like throwin' dolla bills
Ain't no trouble when we bubble
Fly like a breeze
You can beat the Genesee
I'ma be ya lemon squeeze

[Natalie:]
I'm so bubbalicious
And so delicious
You can't resist it
Now can we kick it out
Mah friend?

[Baby Bash:]
Yes I'm yo friend
Your so super natural
(Uh Huh)
When you dancing on da pole
(Uh Huh)
Make me say "Oh Boy"
Oh Boy

[Breakdown:]
Bubbalicious
Oh yes
So fly
[Repeat 3x]

[Natalie:]
I'm so bubbalicious
And so delicious
You can't resist it
Now can we kick it out
Mah friend?

[Baby Bash:]
Yes I'm yo friend
Your so super natural
(Uh Huh)
When you dancing on da pole
(Uh Huh)
Make me say "Oh Boy"
Oh Boy

[Natalie:]
I'm so bubbalicious
And so delicious
You can't resist it
Now can we kick it out
Mah friend?

[Baby Bash:]
Yes I'm yo friend
Your so super natural
(Uh Huh)
When you dancing on da pole
(Uh Huh)
Make me say "Oh Boy"
Oh Boy

(Russell Lee)
Yeah, Yeah
I'm a spit some of this real game
Some real shit
Some real talk
Na, na
Whoa-oh, Whoa

(Richie Rich)
Ugh, check my watch
Check my chain
It's simple and plain
The Chevy wit the blew out brains
As I bounce and mash
Count this cash
Floss and flash
Cop and blow a zip wit Bash
Since everything is big in Texas then where's the zag's?
I'm a cross the finish line
Tell me where's the flags?
Brought my rag top
Should have brought the Jag
On the beach me and Beesh
Look at all this ass
I could tell you stories but can show you cash
Give you game and secrets that I know you'll pass
To the next playa hater
And he'll break like glass
Now I got a bunch of people digging' through my pads
So I choose to floss
Cuz who's the boss, let's ink it
It's Richie Rich for those who thought re-think it
Some yell it and tell it
I blow it and smoke it and smell it
Let's spend tokens wit my people who sell it, what?

(Chorus): Russell Lee
I can show you better than I can tell ya, tell ya
I can show you better than I can tell ya, tell ya
I can show you better than I can tell ya, whoa yeah
But it's really nothin' though (But it's really nothin' though)
But it's really nothin' though (But it's really nothin' though)


(Baby Bash)
I could show you somethin' dirty deep up in them corners mayne
What the deal?
I could bend the block and make it hotter than a Forman grill
I got the keys to the Chevy Caprice
I could show you mother fuckin' snitches straight to Belize
Now that's low
Fa sho', conspiracy and parole
I could show you real cats doin' time over a ho
I could show you poor and happy, or rich one's that lose they mind
I could show you dime pieces in school fashion design
I could show you street lights and heart beak hotels
I could show you young cats gettin' popped wit yayo
Down to do what I gotta do to satisfy the man in me
And from the looks of thangs the popo's ain't understandin' me
The original digital scale reader
The pedigree playa who be stackin' his Velveeta
I could show you boss stuntin' so fuckin' disgustin'
I could show you rapper's frontin' but mayne it's really nothin'

(Chorus)

(A-Wax)
I could show you
I could reach you and teach you
I know you and where you comin' from
I understand it
This been goin' on forever dog
It's no end
Life is like a bullet in your back from a close friend
Disappointed to the point where I'm runnin' by myself
Never knowin' where I'm goin' start to wonder myself, yeah
Money was a necessity
My greed got the best of me
You think you smokin' Uncle B
Who got the recipe?
I'm sayin' it's nothin'
I say it sincerely, and speakin' clearly
I'd rather you respect me than fear me
I came a long way and still I got a while to go
You probably thinkin' to yourself "What's he smilin' for?"
My dog Bash about to be platinum doin' his thang
So if you hate him for it, boy you fakin' and know it
We takin' this money
Big bundles of bills
I'm like a whole 'nother person when it come to this skrill

feat. Jay Tee, Mac Dre

[Miami] Yeah
You done brought your bathwater, this body parts
Your ugly bitch
But you ain't brought no Hennessy man
And we did bring the Hennessy
It was the one with pork in it
We don't drink pork
Bitch
Privilege in
A pork
[Mac Dre] But did you bring that Hennessy
[Miami] But did you bring that Hennessy
[Mac Dre] But did you bring that Hennessy
[Both] But did you bring that Hennessy

[Verse 1: Mac Dre]
I left mamacita in the taqueria
Half Selena
Half Aaliyah
Bitch little thang, with a sexy little swing
Got on the thang like eat the vi cream
Started spittin' game, mayne, I got words
Rap your ear off, til I get on your nerves
I say somethin' (???) never heard
Like, "I'm, fly as a wings on the
Humming bird"
What you runnin' for, girl, I don't bite
Let the game hit a bitch, chicks, I don't bite
I don't got all night
Get ya thing together
Tell your guide, bye
Get some brain together
I mean, it's whatever
I don't see no limits
To be the biggest thing since the fall of the menace
Kick yards like Emit from here to Tennessee
And oh yeah
Baby, bring that Hennessy

Chorus: Mac Dre
I brought that hoe, slim chicks and bad hoes
And backwood blitz
For that, tobacco (But did you bring that Hennessy)
Three kegs, freaks that give head
Treats and beach beads
Petites and big heads (But did you bring that Hennessy)

Repeat Chorus

[Verse 2: Baby Bash]
I got a master plan, I got some hash in hand
Comin' straight from a coffee shop in Amsterdam
And I don't give a fuck, somebody split the blunts
My currency like some surgery, it's Nip and Tuck
Mr. Ed, gettin' head in the back of the S-U
I'm a bring my cousin, but I'm shakin', my nephew
And you can even ask my agent
He gon' tell you this, "Ronnie Ray's impatient
And he's so flagrant
Ready for liftoff
Yeah
You know they love it when he's dustin' his kicks off" (Mayne)
I'm higher than a fire escape
I got the munchies
With seventeen topless models from different countries
And don't let me start to vaporizin'
Endorse me a chick on the horizon
She swear she love the way I'm grindin'
That privilege heat is tandalizin'

Repeat Chorus Twice

[Verse 3: Jay Tee]
Now when I walked up to
I jumped in my county
And told my mayne Hutch
"Oh yeah, that hoe"
I stepped on the gas
Let off the break
I'm in the V-Town, playboy, there's money to make
I hit the liquor store
To cop a fifth
I seen Cadillac grindin', yeah, I'm Andre Hitch
There ain't nothin' but real bad broads all over
Tryin' to get me to come and park the Rover
Stepped off the load in my Oakland Raider
Black kangol, grey alligator
It's nothin' like
A million beaters
I asked baby, "Have she ever stank, scrill and heaters"
Cause if she wanna
Hit the corner
We can take over California
Don't trip
I'm born to mack
Half tank of grey, half cognac

Repeat Chorus Twice

[Miami]
Man
I done rather you bring the Hen
Than your funky ass
Your ugly bitch
Your bad karma
Or your broke ass mama
And we gon' bring the Hennessy
And not the one with pork in it
And this is
McGhetto
Lagantey
And I'm out
Yahtzi

(feat. Butch Cassidy, Don Cisco, Nino Brown, Russell Lee, Mr. Kee)

(Mr. Kee:)
Yeah
Hustler's theme
Worldwide
Come on

(Hook: Mr. Kee)
All money ain't good money
Stack your chips
Let it flip like some hood money
Cock them rims
Let 'em spin on them haters, man
And all the players
Worldwide, do your thug thang (The hustler's theme)
All money ain't good money
Stack your chips
Let it flip like some hood money
Cock them rims
Let 'em spin on them haters, man
And all the players
Worldwide, do your thug thang

(Pre-Verse: Baby Bash)
I take a slow beat (Slow beat)
And spit a hard rap (Hard rap)
Pobre, I ain't retarded, you know we off that (Off that)
From the west, my brother, to the east
Back down
To the diggy dirty for sherzy (What the feezy?)

(Pre-Verse)

(Verse 1: Baby Bash)
Now I walk around like I got a rock in my sock
When it's just a limb, from this money right in my pocket
Pimp
I know you smell it cause it's gettin' you naucious
Cause the shit I'm layin' on this track is Brown as the Foxy's
I'm the done dealer
Don Dadda, fresh out of Guatemala
Some say, "Bash, you the shit"
In Spanish, I'm the dada
It's the million dollar Mexi, the mack, God he done bless me
Girls wanna caress me, like I'm Elvis Presley

(Chorus: Russell Lee)
It don't stop
Straight to the top til the game lock
You know I gotta rep for my hood and my block
Stackin' up my bread, make me stand a little taller
Collectin' my winnings without punching no glocks
The game's gettin' hard, so I gotta get smarter
Watching out for cops, cause my homies got knocked
Drought seas in our cheer, but my pocket's ain't starvin'
That's why I stay chargin'
You know we won't stop

(Verse 2: Don Cisco)
This is for my heavyweighters
Pullin' strings like elevators
Where my ops in full swing, I'll be standing on top of skyscrapers
Seventy stories or more
Eventually the public'll
Know my story, fa' sho
Make a household
Name out of Don Cisco
Go from a hustler
Born and grind, tryin' to find some dough
To the billion dollar
Boy club
Mexicali thug style
I got
Money to get back, I'm fresh off the drug drought
FED's couldn't stop me, head shots didn't pop me
Wouldn't lock, never got me, I'm the same player, still cocky
Bossed out
Hoppin' out of the drought
Lookin' flossed out, everything chopped, even the crop
Believe I'm the don, listen, everything I'm breathing on
Represent west side til the rider in me's dead and gone
Me and Bash do things
Butch Cassidy, sing
Let 'em know it's all know, the cash prestine
Come on

(Bridge: Butch Cassidy)
Ain't nobody gonna stop me now
I'm gonna do everything I can
And ain't nobody gonna stop my flow
You gonna hear me from coast to coast
But
Somebody's gonna make me mad
And I'm a take everything they have
So put it all in the past
And do it so quick, so fast

(Hook)

(Verse 3: Nino Brown)
Homeboy
I got the grid locked
That good yatch, gone breezes
And they serve rock
Some motherfuckers can't caught blocks
Trey hop
Roley bezel for you got swapped
You like spider monkey, Nino Brown's sasquatch
Them little haters, they be tickling me
Brush 'em off, like the dust, on my Stacy, homie
Once again, it's that motherfuckin' Mexican with attitude
Paid my dues
Steady, grindin' through the avenues
Dogder blue, homie
The city that I represent
Los Scandulous, city where my homies did
Fuck a fed
Keep 'em Presidential stacked up
Hear what I said, little soldiers gettin' taxed up
Back the fuck up, move, biotch
Get out the way
You know the set, holmes
And my
A. stompin'
Walkin' in my big brown boots
Flossin'
Stankin' eagle, that's my roots
Motherfucker

(Chorus)

(Verse 4: Mr. Kee)
Now put your money where your mouth is, anybody who doubt this
Wherever you see the westside, that's probably where the south is
United like a gang truce, khakis pants and house shoes
But out in the Yay, it's throwbacks, beanies and bulletproof
Spinners in their mouthpiece, heat up, and the old school
Funk jump, no questions asked, ride like we supposed to
Up in my city, see the bridge and the fall
Know where the place on earth to be, than where this real turn off
I'm smashing off a side show, but money must come first
This ain't no overnight choice, I'm been a hustler since birth
They call me Mr. Kee, the Latin boss
Latin king, Latin don
Spittin' like the Latin play, tryin' to put his Latins on
And they say money is the root of all evil
But there ain't nothing in this world to make me cross up my people
I swear to God, I'll be a soldier til I'm six in the dirt
My Henny bottle in my casket and a fist full of words
The hustler's theme

(Chorus)