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Thousands

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Hardcore Rap

Thousands was released on April 5, 1996 by Warner Records as a part of the album Here to Save You All

Song Details

AlbumHere to Save You All

Release DateApril 5, 1996

LabelWarner Records

LanguageEnglish

Melodicness

Acousticness

Valence

Danceability

Energy

BPM92

OVERVIEW

LYRICS

Credits

PERFORMING ARTISTS

Chino XL

Performer

S. Freehill

Remixer

COMPOSITION & LYRICS

Corey Bullock

Lyrics

D. Barbosa

Lyrics

PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING

DJ Homicide

Producer

S. Freehill

Mixing Engineer

Lyrics

Dismal sketches of... Jersey trife shit

Fire and brimstone is our life stage

So we pack enough heat that we could melt the next ice age

A rich **** still a ****, just harder to fade

There's thousands of ways to get paid

There's thousands of ways to get paid

There's thousands of ways to get paid

There's thousands of ways to get paid

There's thousands of ways to get paid

I'm that type of rapper that'll take half an album advance

And do the hustle, and I don't mean that 70's dance

The king of punchlines, I do what I gotta

For my bankroll, slicin' yayo with powder

With my base ladder gettin' dastardly for the salary

Fiends dream of stabbin' me, po-diggity is never snaggin' me

Chino equality for the high yellow black

Son I'm bettin' on that, seekin' universal mastery

Strive for platinum plaques on my wall like a Latin art gallery

Ol' Dirty shoulda fucked Mariah mom

Rap the barb-wire fences, ancestors Egyptian princes

Showin' you a view to a kill, givin' fatal glimpses

Stackin' papes like it's ten of me, no loochies and obscenity

Culprit at the pulpit shootin' bullets with no memory

Fire and brimstone is our life stage

So we pack enough heat that we could melt the next ice age

A rich **** still a ****, just harder to fade

There's thousands of ways to get paid

There's thousands of ways to get paid

There's thousands of ways to get paid

There's thousands of ways to get paid

"I gotta get mine, I gotta get cash"

I need that cream split

And I seen enough cowboy movies to know that

A white man's handshake don't mean shit

So back in nine-five I said fuck a nine-to-five

I ain't John Travolta, gun and holster meant stayin' alive

From New Jers' to Cali, get my swerve servin' silence, ultra-violence

Fly to islands avoidin' **** that's spineless like a filet

Was beefin' with this kid heartless Harry, reasons vary

Shot him at the valet, took his Jag keys from the valet

Robbed the chalet, top down drove away, bumpin' hip-hop hooray

A soulful change, it's awful strange, local crews complain

I'm spittin' out more keys than an opera singer's vocal range

But playin' steelo, half Latino, chino exquisiteness

These streets business, never personal, shorty still in Monteros

For dineros, way past the curfew

Violate mine, get done like Al Sharpton's perms do

My rent's due, gotta make that revenue

You dodge my bullets like Bobby Brown on my avenue

Yellow **** with an attitude, Tommy Hilfiger booster too

From the mall for me by teenage bitches from a Catholic school

Uptown they call me Power Rule, crack hoes sell they genitals

Trade in they souls for cylindrical capsules

My project is inhabitable, please don't feed the animals

(Why?) New Jeru's a fuckin' zoo

Fire and brimstone is our life stage

So we pack enough heat that we could melt the next ice age

A rich **** still a ****, just harder to fade

There's thousands of ways to get paid

There's thousands of ways to get paid

There's thousands of ways to get paid

There's thousands of ways to get paid

"I gotta get mine, I gotta get cash"

For my peoples that's makin' rap fans

Down to **** with credit card scams, jackin' strictly Toyota Land

Cruisers, makin' maneuvers in large proportions

Dressin' like white boys, stickin' up Nordstrom's

I done seen **** that go from college graduations

To illegal cannabis connections with Jamaicans

Hooked up with Asians, for Motorola flip-phone activatin' chips

Sellin' exotic zips as they occupation

Do what you gotta, bitches turn to tricks like a Globetrotter

Got adults playin' cops and robbers, it's hot like lava

Ghetto kids breedin' Rottweilers, sellin'

'Em, flippin' grip for product no problem

Genius **** pullin' six-figure burglaries

Fuck a warning sign, they can afford plastic surgeries

I'm a survivor, street scholar smokin' a fronto leaf

With pitbull teeth, drippin' saliva for the mighty dollar

Fire and brimstone is our life stage

So we pack enough heat that we could melt the next ice age

A rich **** still a ****, just harder to fade

There's thousands of ways to get paid

There's thousands of ways to get paid

There's thousands of ways to get paid

There's thousands of ways to get paid

"I gotta get mine, I gotta get cash"

Written by: Corey Bullock, D. Barbosa

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