Lyrics
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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," it's on and 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 bleedin'
Leavin' your family and blood cryin', screamin', and grievin'
Think I'm playin', keep playin', nigga, you fuckin' with bangers
Ain't no imposters [?], nigga, you fuckin' with gangstas
You fuckin' with niggas raised in alleys and basements
So havе my money when I come, bitch, don't makе me chase it
Chorus: Coolio, Gangsta Lu
Make money money, make money money money (Make money, homie, yeah)
'Cause ain't shit funny
And when it's on, take money, take money money money (Take money, yeah)
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 (Woo)
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
And keep my motherfuckin' feets on the solid ground
Euro to euro, and dollar to dollar
[?] replacement nigga, now I'm poppin' my collar
Brushin' dirt off my shoulders like [?]
Eatin' shrimps with pimps, ballers, gangstas, and rollers
It's Don Louis, Luigi, [?], Pacino, Corleone
These bitches can't seem to keep their panties on
I'm hittin' honeys from they back when they men ain't home
[?] now they're screamin' more
Call me Gangsta Lu or call me Gangsta Louis
[?] shitty diapers on these niggas like they baby [?]
Nigga, pass the vino, got a cousin named Gino
[?] mafioso bambino
Chorus: Coolio, Gangsta Lu
Make money money, make money money money (Make money, homie, yeah)
'Cause ain't shit funny
And when it's on, take money, take money money money (Take money, yeah)
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 (Woo)
Verse 3: Coolio
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 Colt, 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 clit and tits 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
Bridge: Coolio
Make money money, make money money money
Make money money, make money money money
Chorus: Coolio, Gangsta Lu
Make money money, make money money money
'Cause ain't shit funny
And when it's on, take money, take money money money (Make money, homie, yeah)
That's how we thuggin'
Drug money, street money (Take money, yeah)
Clean money, love money, hate money (Drug money, street money)
As long as it ain't late money (Clean money, love money)
'Cause late money might find you in a lake, dummy
Outro: Coolio
Make money money, make money money money
Make money money, make money money money
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