WU TANG CLAN – C.R.E.A.M.

Lyrics

Intro: Raekwon The Chef and Method Man
What that nigga want God?
Word up, look out for the cops (Wu-Tang five finger shit)
(Cash Rules) Word up, two for fives ova here baby
Word up, two for fives them niggaz got garbage down the way, word up
Know what I'm sayin?
(Cash Rules Everything Around Me C.R.E.A.M. get)
Yea, check this ol' fly shit out
Word up
(Cash Rules Everything Around Me) Take you on a natural joint
(C.R.E.A.M. get the money) Here we, here we go
(dolla, dolla bill y'all) Check this shit, yo!
Verse 1: Raekwon The Chef
I grew up on the crime side, the New York Times side
Stayin' alive was no jive on second hands
Moms bounced on old men
So then we moved to Shaolin land
A young youth, yo rockin the gold tooth, 'Lo goose
Only way, I begin to gee off was drug loot
And let's start it like this son, rollin wit this one
And that one, pullin out gats for fun
But it was just a dream for the teen who was a fiend
Started smokin woolies at 16
And running up and gates, and doing hits for high stakes
Makin' my way on fire escapes
No question I would speed, for cracks and weed
The combination made my eyes bleed
No question I would flow off and try to get the dough all
Stickin' up white boys on ball courts
My life got no betta, same damn 'lo sweater
Times is rough and tough like leather
Figured out I went the wrong route
SO I GOT WIT A SICK ASS CLIQUE AND WENT ALL OUT!
Catchin keys from across seas
Rollin in MVP's, every week we made 40 g's
Yo nigga respect time, or anger the tech-9
Ch-chick-POW, move from the gate now
Chorus: Method Man
Cash Rules Everything Around Me
C.R.E.A.M get the money
Dolla, dolla bill y'all
Verse 2: Inspectah Deck
It's been 22 long, hard years of still strugglin'
Survival got me buggin', but I'm alive on arrival
I peep at the shape of the streets
And stay awake to the ways of the world 'cause shit is deep
A man with a dream with plans to make C.R.E.A.M.
Which failed; I went to jail at the age of 15
A young buck sellin drugs and such who never had much
Trying to get a clutch at what I could not... could not...
The court played me short, now I face incarceration
Pacin -- going up state's my destination
Handcuffed in back of a bus, forty of us
Life as a shorty shouldn't be so ruff
But as the world turns I learned life is hell
Living in the world no different from a cell
Everyday I escape from Jakes givin chase, sellin base
Smokin bones in the staircase
Though I don't know why I chose to smoke sess
I guess that's the time when I'm not depressed
But I'm still depressed, and I ask what's it worth?
Ready to give up so I seek the Old Earth
Who explained working hard may help you maintain
To learn to overcome the heartaches and pain
We got stickup kids, corrupt cops, and crack rocks
And stray shots, all on the block that stays hot
Leave it up to me while I be living proof
To kick the truth to the young black youth
But shorty's running wild smokin sess drinkin beer
And ain't trying to hear what I'm kickin in his ear
Neglected, but now, but yo, it gots to be accepted
That what? That life is hectic
Chorus -- 3X
Cash Rules Everything Around Me
C.R.E.A.M.
get the money
Dolla dolla bill y'aauhhhaaaauhhhhahhhauhhhhll, YEAH

Paroles (Traduction)

Introduction : Raekwon The Chef et Method Man
Qu'est-ce que ce mec veut, Dieu ?
Hé, fais gaffe aux flics (le Wu-Tang, c'est du sérieux)
(L'argent règne) Hé, deux pour cinq par ici, bébé
Hé, deux pour cinq, ces mecs ont de la camelote par là-bas, ouais
Tu vois ce que je veux dire ?
(L'argent règne sur tout, C.R.E.A.M. get)
Ouais, écoute ce vieux truc stylé
Hé
(L'argent règne sur tout) On t'emmène dans un truc naturel
(C.R.E.A.M., prends l'argent) C'est parti, c'est parti
(Billet, billet, y'a, y'a) Écoute ça, mec !
Couplet 1 : Raekwon The Chef
J'ai grandi du côté obscur, du côté New York Times
Rester en vie n'était pas une partie de plaisir avec des affaires louches
Ma mère a quitté un vieux pour un autre
Alors on a déménagé à Shaolin
Un jeune gars, portant une dent en or, un blouson 'Lo
La seule façon pour moi de m'en sortir était le fric de la drogue
Et commençons comme ça, mec, traînant avec lui
Et celui-là, sortant des flingues pour le fun
Mais ce n'était qu'un rêve pour l'ado qui était accro
Commencé à fumer des clopes à 16 ans
À cambrioler des maisons, à faire des coups risqués
Me frayant un chemin par les échelles de secours
Pas de doute que je foncerais, pour de la came et de l'herbe
La combinaison me faisait saigner des yeux
Pas de doute que je m'enfuirais et essaierais de choper le fric
Braquant des blancs sur les terrains de basket
Ma vie n'allait pas mieux, même vieux pull 'Lo
Les temps sont durs et rudes comme du cuir
J'ai compris que j'avais pris le mauvais chemin
ALORS JE

Thématique Vie de rue, argent, luttes économiques

Style Hip-hop

Keywords Argent, Vie de rue

Entités normées Inspectah Deck, Raekwon, RZA, Wu-Tang Clan