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I Love the Dough (2005 remaster)
The Notorious B.I.G. feat. Jay-Z & Angela Winbush
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Y'all faggot ass niggas, y'all know how to get down
I love the dough, nigga, baby
(Yeah, yeah, get out of here with that bullshit, nigga), that's nothin', nigga
That's nothing, that's nothing, that's nothing (look at you)
Y'all already know the bait nigga, ah!
(Watch his face), yeah, yeah (watch his face), faggot ass nigga
Pass the chronic, nigga, you're talking all that bullshit
A hundred I fall better, a hundred I fall better
Hundred I do? Hundred I do? (200), it's a bet
200? (Aces, aces) 200? 200? 200? (Can I get a bet on the five a better?)
Five a better? What you got? What you got? (I got a C)
Nigga, you're-, woo! Brooklyn style, baby, Brooklyn style, ah!
Uh, uh
Uh, uh, uh, uh, what?
Hah, what? How real is this?
Uh, uh, how real is this?
What? Uh, what?
Uh
We push the hottest Vs, peel fast
Through the city, play Monopoly with real cash
Me and Biggie and the models be shakin' they sadiddy ass
And Prada be somethin' you cats got to see
And the watches be all types and shapes of stones
Bein' broke is childish and I'm quite grown
Run up in the club with the ice on, me and Paisan
Scope the spot out, see somethin' nice, and I'm gone
You cats is home screamin' the fight's on
I'm in the fifteen hundred seats, watchin' Tyson
Same night, same fight
But one of us cats ain't playin' right, I let you tell it
People, place yourselves in the shoes of two felons
And tell me you won't ball every chance you get
And any chance you hit, we live for the moment
Makes sense, don't it? Now make dollars
Cats pop bottles, bone chicks that favor Idalis
And rack up frequent flight mileage
Gotta let it show, I love the dough, hey
I love the dough, more than you know (uh-huh) (c'mon)
Gotta let it show (uh-huh), I love the dough, hey (what, what, what?)
I'm poppin' Magnums while Jigga bag somethin'
Watch is platinum, got jet lag from
Flights back and forth, pop corks of the best grapes
Make the best CDs and the best tapes
Don't forget the vinyl, take girls, break spinals
Biggie be Richie like Lionel, shit
You seen the Jesรบs, dipped to H classes
Ice project off lights, chick flashes
Blind your broke asses, even got rocks in the beards and mustaches
Rock top fashions
Ain't shit changed, 'cept the number after the dot on the Range
Way niggas look at me now, kinda strange
I hate y'all too
Rather be in Caribbean sands with Rachel
It's unreal, out the blue Frank White got sex appeal
Bitches used to go, "Ew!"
Still tote steel
I'm tryin' to see five mil' off the single, for real
You ain't fazin' (uh) the amazin' (uh-huh)
While your gun's raisin', mine is blazin'
See you want see me all talkin' to sweetness
Take it for weakness and leave quick
Blocka, Roc-A-Fella, Bad Boy collabo
Two MCs with mad dough, you know
I love the dough, more than you know (uh-huh)
Gotta let it show, I love the dough, hey (I love the dough)
I love the dough, more than you know (gonna let it show)
Gotta let it show, I love the dough, hey
Miraculous (uh), pockets stay full (uh)
Niggas skip the bull 'cause we matadors
Snatch the P89s that we pack in the drawers
And we clap the doors of your Acuras
Snap like cameras on amateurs (uh)
Make you all dance, hold a hammer to yours (uh-huh)
Jig and Big rock ice, no cracks or flaws
Everybody got a part to play, back to yours
Run up in your crib now, crack your doors
Watch the real players live, it's a habit to floss
Play the charts like The Beatles, y'all adapt you lost (uh)
And toast Cristal on behalf of y'all
Too bad for y'all
Ain't too many as (what) bad as yours truly (what?)
Do we (uh), we laugh at y'all
Little bastards y'all
Uh, uh
We hit makers with acres
Roll shakers in Vegas, you can't break us
Lost chips on Lakers, gassed off Shaq
Country house, tennis courts on horseback
Ridin', decidin' cracked crab or lobster (uh-huh)
Who say mobsters don't prosper?
Niggas is actors, niggas deserve Oscars
Me I'm critically acclaimed (uh-huh), slug pass your brain
Reminisce on dames whose coochie used to stink
When we rocked house pieces and puffy Gucci links (uh)
Now we buy homes in unfamiliar places (uh-huh)
Tito smile every time he see our faces
Cases catch more than outfielders
Half these rappin' cats ain't seen war
Couldn't score if they had point game, they're lame
Speak my name, I make 'em Dash like Dame (we love the dough)
I love the dough, more than you know (gonna let it show)
Gotta let it show, I love the dough, hey
I love the dough, more than you know (gonna let it show)
Gotta let it show, I love the dough, hey
I love the dough, more than you know (ah yeah)
Gotta let it show, I love the dough, hey
I love the dough, more than you know
Gotta let it show, I love the dough, hey
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