Lyrics to Get That Dough
[Beanie Sigel]Get, that, doughStill huggin the stripGet, that, doughGet the dough nigga (that dough)Uhh uhh, Sig' get, that, doughUhh.. yo, uhh.. yo (get, that, dough)I'm sick of niggaz talkin bout they whips - when they bustin 'em outSummertime come around, don't nuttin come outSnappin on they bitch, cussin her outMad cause they crack, ain't no crack, they sufferin a droughtMan you know how Mac play when I sling my butterTake my show state to state like the Ringling BrothersKeep clowns high-wired off the shit I juggleF.B.I. eyes spyin from the shit I smuggleKeep the trunk of the car lined with coffee groundsThe cops pull us over it throw off the houndsGot a bitch that let me stash shit in the cribBreak her off, every week, to fix up her wigMan I stay on a mission with whores (shit)Cause I get down, and "Get Around," like the late Mr. ShakurStay in the kitchen with rawI'm the shit when I whip, I always turn two into four[Chorus]Yo, get your mind right, get your grind righttil you get the shine right and get, that, doughStay on the low-low, duckin the po'-po'Tuck in the fo'-fo' and get, that, doughYou get your team right, and that's the green lightto cut your cream right and get, that, doughIt won't stop y'all, until I drop y'allI'ma hug the block y'all and get, that, dough[Beanie]Yo, aiyyo I got plenty dough, but there's more to makeAnd I'm the chef, I bake, I don't order cakesIf I'm short, shit you caught a breakI can make twenty look like twenty-eight off of water weightI'm the shit when I'm twistin my wristIn the kitchen with that thang that got fiends skitzin to hitFrom the drugs that I drug in, the NARCs be bugginI keep my eye on the block and a pie in the ovenSmokers come straight, I ain't breakin off nuttinGot two thirty-eights, I can break off a dozenYou know how Mac play, when it come to that yeaI got 'em locked up on the block like it's crack dayI fucks with the pipers, ducks from the bikersPunks on the righteous, bust at the sheistersStay in the kitchen with a block of rawRazor blade play partner straw, yo[Chorus][Beanie]Yo, yo, aiyyo I cops that coke, cooks that cokeChops that coke and give out perks workMakes that dough, gets them endsHow you want it dog, pipe or syringe?Aiyyo I hit the block quickly, and lick up a fiftyTear the highway like Freeway RickySpit it my way and pop shit sicklytil the Feds come and get me or the lead bullet hit me[Chorus 2X]
Songwriters: DWIGHT GRANT, TONY COTTRELL
Publisher: Lyrics © WINDSWEPT HOLDINGS LLC
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