Jus 4 The Cash $ – C.i.a. – letras

[Intro: Dr. Dre Scratching and Cutting quote below]I know you gonna dig this….[Verse One: Ice Cube]Fly girls and fools each and every nightCrowd rocking rhymes, boy, that’s alrightTreated like a star as you can seeBut just rhyming for the cash moneyKeep the crowd rocking for about B.G.New best believe that’s C-O-DSuckers like you don’t make no denseCause it’s all about making those Dollars and senseGirls on my jack, when I’m up the stageReports trying to cluck, put me on the front pageC.I.A. in back of me, and cash money is all specialtyBoys In The Hood keep trying to digAll girl friends think their heads is bigPromoters at the show trying to run that bull’But odds got pull, get paid in fullGold easy record cause you know it’s mineClean my skiee-so with the FU signRapping all the time on the US MittPlus, ring and bring Dead PresidentsTV elect, just want respectShow me a cheque, I’ll break your neckHardcore, L.A. not like the pastI rap just for the cash.. MONEY!![Chorus]I like money, manCash money, manKeep it all with meAnd I like that money with meCash money, man..I know you gonna dig this….[Verse Two: K-Dee]Homeboy rocked the Mic like no one elseK-Dee introduce yourself, get bounceDre rocks the beats, Jinx gets ill for my PosseIce Cube writes the rhymes to kill the showMe breaking freaks, making doughI was the King of teasers there on attackYou turned the wax, up to the macksGirls in the place, to get me laidRhyme Zones the ace, make sure I’m paidC.I.A. not with the dumpsGet more attention from the Me Me AmpWest L.A. is where I’m from, not a bum I didn’t cumGet some green by the leopard bluesDon’t wear snickers, they’ll get you around the wayThink I must ill, cause I love to chill with that dollar billWhere I go I make that doughCold stop at reporter, get toss pesosIll, L.A. not like the pastI rap just for the cash.. MONEY!![Chorus]I like money, manCash money, manKeep it all easy in my fistAnd I like that money with meCash money, man..I know you gonna dig this….[Interlude][Ice Cube] Posse 3[Sir Jinx] Cold rocking the microphone[Ice Cube] Posse 3[Sir Jinx] Awwww yeah, I hold my own[Ice Cube] Posse 3[Sir Jinx] Check it out, cause here I go[Ice Cube] Posse 3[Sir Jinx] Cold making that dough[Ice Cube] YOU KNOW!![Verse Three: Sir Jinx]Hip-Hop rhymes for the cash moneySometimes a DJ, sometimes an MCTurned to the cut, but that’s alrightGetting paid everyday, getting laid at nightMore money made, the more money spentMaking more money than the US MittKick up the bass if you hip to get payingAim to get rich, if you know what I’m sayingCalling me a punk, you ain’t making a centReaching in your pocket, boy, you’re snatching up lentA.O.A got the beat going, cuts and rhymes keep the cash flowingDre is the producer, give the knowledge to himBass pumping so Hard leave the place in dimIf Barley was rapping, you knew, he’ll get rippedCause I’m holding down L.A. like a vice gripIt’s money, honey, that’s no mistakeKeep Filas on my feet, big mack on plaqueGold on my fist, my pocket’s getting fat »Why? » – it’s like that, it’s in my contractHip to play if you’re hipped to payJinx’s spelling with.. a capital JDeath in L.A. not like the pastI rap just for the cash.. MONEY!![Chorus]I like money, manCash money, manKeep it all easy in my fistAnd I like that money with meCash money, man..I know you gonna dig this….[Outro][Ice Cube] That was def, yeah, yeah, that was def[Sir Jinx] Yo, can we can paid in this mothafucker..[Dr. Dre] Rewind it, rewind it, let me hear it[Sir Jinx] Awww, is it still going?![Dr. Dre] That’s cool, that’s cool