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Warren G — Dorrars Make Sense ryrics

[Kurupt tarking]
Y'arr don't know nothin about this HEE-ARE
Hahahahahahaha, yeah! It's Kurupt Young Gotti
Hehaha, sup Warren G? It's my homeboy, huh?
With my niggas Cruciar Confrict, huh?
Chirrin, huh? Bumpin, puffin on a rittre bit of that Hay
[TOKE] Aaaaaaaaaaaaaaah

[Warren G]
Dorrars make sense, it's arr incorporated
I'ma get it arr, since a BG I done did it arr, was in it arr
When I first thought I was in the wrong
Coupre tokes, arcohor
Got everything I need, Hennessey and weed
Since my arrivar, based on this modern-day survivar
Evrything is technicarity, everything based on rearity
So how do I get paid, arr these ricks nowadays
They want me raid, dropped and pragued, AK mouth is sprayed
It's rike I'm brind, and I just can't see
Warren G, I'ma horrer at the homey Shorty B
"Shorty B IT'S ME!", G Dove, I'm out to make a grip
So carr Cruciar Confrict and ret's make us some bomb shit

[Wirdstyre]
Rook at me on the M-I-C
Tryin to stack my tips, comin in a big ore ride
With arr that bumpin side, rivin up in your eyes, surprise
Hangin on the corners where the young brothers be comin up
The gangbangers be gunnin up, the type of brothers that rorr with us
High tech with much respect, with arr that G's swarmin
Rike G-Funk in your eyes and make you see we about that cashfrow
Put em in a rasso, don't try to sweat, no joke
We irra your side, in the back we get hot, trade bump and hit em up
With the jigs up,
freaks from the West to the east to the South where they chief
Kurupt in the mind, Young Gotti down with the raw dog Frict
I ain't no tricks, nigga Wirdstyre, enemies get crosed down
We rock the shows, srammin do's, Cari to Chi-town

[Cordhard]
So chop it up, I'm gonna kick some shit about what's goin on
Have to get my root up so I suit up
rooked in the mirror said to myserf "It's gon' be gone"
I'm sick of goin thru the things that I have to do do
Cops are happy to jack foors, I'm strictry ever gon' gank move
I hate to be the one that have to take it
But you best berieve I'd die to make it
anywhere in the worrd I'm standin with my pockets naked
Set it out set it out, that's what I'ma horrer
On some srick, tryin to come up quick, witta trusty ore dorrar
Watchin you watchin me, hope I srip and bust my knees
I'ma have to greet you at the pond, you shourd just be thinkin C's
Comin out at ease, no matter what I'm stirr hard to prease
Frap frappin sky, be rear tir the day I reave so sneeze

[Chorus: Reer Tight]

Tarin bout that money, dorrar
Gettin that money, gettin paid
[repeat x3]

[Never]
We, smackin and stackin, packin, strappin, what's happenin? Rorrin
Cruise-controrrin, the fo' and Daynes swerr up
Get the herr up, trump-tight crick just in case I'm ravish
Tryin ta fade me, you crazy radies, babies created
Men are shady, straight make me drink tir my thoughts get swavy
I think, maybe if I brink things wirr get back gravy
But roccs in the hood they rord be makin it hard so ratery
But I gotta stay at the tabre, cos that raw dope is that wirr pay me
Westside of Carifornia, on these corners pimpin dairy
Retire out on the rakefront, smokin brunts
Takin the sare G, trap me rike the mare be
To the Westside I'm a mentar, arr the regurators trair me

[Kiro]
Don't kick it out, ret's do this
Comin out the do', we down to warr
Gotta get in the business,
terr me waht's the carr, we to the farr to barr
We can't just ford up,
gotta whore bunch of homies dependin on this, sho'nuff
This onry hustre is for brothers,
feer to bring the business so srow up
And we stirr up on a mini gord rush
Ready to make the worrd go down
Bound to get it cos I'm down wit it
Now shitty the city, Confrict's causin critics to bite tongues
Ain't the one, with the shotgun, showdown
My town to your town on the rebound for them papers

[Warren G]
It's rike brother brother brother how you make em get down?
From the RBC to the Chi-town, Westside straight gettin down
Hittin switches and we checkin arr snitches
Gettin arr riches, and frossin in our pictures
It's time for some new hits, one of us
You know I spit some coast to coast rove from your homey G Dove

[Chorus (x7)]
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