Notorious B.I.G. - I Love The Dough Lyrics
*dice game intro*[jay-z]Uhh, uhhUhh, uhh, uhh, uhhHah, what, I like thisUhh, uhh, I like thisWhat? uhh, what?UhhVerse one: jay-zWe push the hottest vs, peel fastThrough the city, play monopoly with real cashMe and biggie and the models be, shaking they saditty assAnd parotta be, somethin you cats got to seeAnd the watches be all types and shapes of stonesBein broke is childish and Im quite grownRun up in the club with the ice on, me and paisanScope the spot out, see somethin nice and Im goneYou cats is home, screamin the fights onIm in the fifteen hundred seats, watchin ty-sonSame night, same fightBut one of us cats aint playin right, I let you tell itPeople place yourselves in the shoes of two felonsAnd tell me you wont ball every chance you getAnd any chance you hit, we live for the momentMakes sense dont it? now make dollarsCats pop bottles bone chicks that pay for hors dourvesAnd rack up frequent flier mileageChorus: angela winbushGotta let it show, I love the dough, heyI love the dough, more than you knowGotta let it show, I love the dough, heyVerse two: notorious b.i.g.Im poppin magnums while jigga bag somethinWatch is platinum, got jet lag fromFlights back and forth, pop corks of the best grapesMake the best cds and the best tapesDont forget the vinyl, take girls break spinalsBiggie be richie like lionel, shitYou seen the jesus, dipped to h classesIce project off lights, chick flashesBlind your broke asses, even got rocks in big mustachesRock top fashionsAint shit changed, except the number after the dotOn the range, way niggaz look at me now, kinda strangeI hate yall tooRather be in carribean sands with rachaelIts unreal, out the blue frank white got sex appeal*****es used to go, ewww!Still tote steel, tryin to see five milOff the sin-gle, for realYou aint fazin the amazinWhile your guns raisin, mine is blazinSee you on see me all talkin to sweetnessTake it for weakness and leave quickBlocker, roc-a-, fella, bad boy collaboTwo mcs with mad dough, ju know!Chorus: angela winbushI love the dough, more than you knowGotta let it show, I love the dough, hey(repeat 2x)Verse three: jay-z, notorious b.i.g.Miracu-lous, pockets stay fullNiggaz skip the bull cause we matadorsSnatch the p-89s that we pack in the drawersAnd we, clappin doors in your acurasSnap like, cameras on amateursMake you all dance, hold a hammer to yoursJig and big rock ice, no cracks or flawsErybody got a part to play, back to yoursRun up in your crib now, crack your doorsWatch the real players live, its a habit to flossPlay the charts like the beatles, yall adapt you lostAnd toast cristal on behalf of yallToo bad for yall, aint too many as bad as yoursTruly, do we, we laugh at yallLittle bastards yallUhh, uhhWe hit makers with acresRoll shakers in vegas, you cant break usLost chips on lakers, gassed off shaqCountry house, tennis courts on horsebackRidin decidin cracked crab or lobsterWho say mobsters dont prosperNiggaz is actors, niggaz deserve oscarsMe im, critically acclaimed, slug past your brainReminesce on dames who, coochie used to stinkWhen we rocked house pieces and puffy gucci linksNow we buy homes in unfamiliar placesTito smile everytime he see our facesCases catch more than outfield-ersHalf these rappin cats, aint seen warCouldnt score if they had point game, they lameSpeak my name, I make em dash like dameChorus: angela winbushI love the dough, more than you knowGotta let it show, I love the dough, hey(repeat to fade)
