Lirik I Love the Dough - Notorious B.I.G. F/ Jay-Z, Angela Winbush
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*dice game intro*
[Jay-Z]Uhh, uhhUhh, uhh, uhh, uhhHah, what, I like thisUhh, uhh, I like thisWhat?Uhh, what?Uhh
Verse One: Jay-Z
We push the hottest V's, 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 I'm quite grownRun up in the club with the ice on, me and Paisan'Scope the spot out, see somethin nice and I'm goneYou cats is home, screamin the fight's onI'm in the fifteen hundred seats, watchin Ty-sonSame night, same fightBut one of us cats ain't playin right, I let you tell itPeople place yourselves in the shoes of two felonsAnd tell me you won't ball every chance you getand any chance you hit, we live for the momentMakes sense don't it?Now make dollarsCats pop bottles bone chicks that pay for hors d'ourvesand rack up frequent flier mileage
Chorus: Angela Winbush
Gotta let it show, I love the dough, heyI love the dough, more than you knowGotta let it show, I love the dough, hey
Verse Two: Notorious B.I.G.
I'm poppin Magnums while Jigga bag somethinWatch is platinum, got jet lag fromflights back and forth, pop corks of the best grapesMake the best CD's and the best tapesDon't 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 fashionsAin't shit changed, except the number after the doton the Range, way niggaz look at me now, kinda strangeI hate y'all tooRather be in Carribean sands with RachaelIt's unreal, out the blue Frank White got sex appealBitches used to go, "Ewww!"Still tote steel, tryin to see five miloff the sin-gle, for realYou ain't fazin the amazinWhile your gun's raisin, mine is blazinSee you on see me all talkin to sweetnessTake it for weakness and leave quickBlocker, Roc-a-, Fella, Bad Boy collaboTwo MC's with mad dough, ju' know!
Chorus: Angela Winbush
I 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-89's 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, it's a habit to flossPlay the charts like the Beatles, y'all adapt you lostAnd toast Cristal on behalf of y'allToo bad for y'all, ain't too many as bad as yourstruly, do we, we laugh at y'allLittle bastards y'all
Uhh, uhhWe hit makers with acresRoll shakers in Vegas, you can't break usLost chips on Lakers, gassed off ShaqCountry house, tennis courts on horsebackRidin decidin cracked crab or lobsterWho say mobsters don't prosperNiggaz is actors, niggaz deserve OscarsMe I'm, 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, ain't seen warCouldn't score if they had point game, they lameSpeak my name, I make em dash like Dame
Chorus: Angela Winbush
I love the dough, more than you knowGotta let it show, I love the dough, hey(repeat to fade)
[Jay-Z]Uhh, uhhUhh, uhh, uhh, uhhHah, what, I like thisUhh, uhh, I like thisWhat?Uhh, what?Uhh
Verse One: Jay-Z
We push the hottest V's, 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 I'm quite grownRun up in the club with the ice on, me and Paisan'Scope the spot out, see somethin nice and I'm goneYou cats is home, screamin the fight's onI'm in the fifteen hundred seats, watchin Ty-sonSame night, same fightBut one of us cats ain't playin right, I let you tell itPeople place yourselves in the shoes of two felonsAnd tell me you won't ball every chance you getand any chance you hit, we live for the momentMakes sense don't it?Now make dollarsCats pop bottles bone chicks that pay for hors d'ourvesand rack up frequent flier mileage
Chorus: Angela Winbush
Gotta let it show, I love the dough, heyI love the dough, more than you knowGotta let it show, I love the dough, hey
Verse Two: Notorious B.I.G.
I'm poppin Magnums while Jigga bag somethinWatch is platinum, got jet lag fromflights back and forth, pop corks of the best grapesMake the best CD's and the best tapesDon't 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 fashionsAin't shit changed, except the number after the doton the Range, way niggaz look at me now, kinda strangeI hate y'all tooRather be in Carribean sands with RachaelIt's unreal, out the blue Frank White got sex appealBitches used to go, "Ewww!"Still tote steel, tryin to see five miloff the sin-gle, for realYou ain't fazin the amazinWhile your gun's raisin, mine is blazinSee you on see me all talkin to sweetnessTake it for weakness and leave quickBlocker, Roc-a-, Fella, Bad Boy collaboTwo MC's with mad dough, ju' know!
Chorus: Angela Winbush
I 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-89's 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, it's a habit to flossPlay the charts like the Beatles, y'all adapt you lostAnd toast Cristal on behalf of y'allToo bad for y'all, ain't too many as bad as yourstruly, do we, we laugh at y'allLittle bastards y'all
Uhh, uhhWe hit makers with acresRoll shakers in Vegas, you can't break usLost chips on Lakers, gassed off ShaqCountry house, tennis courts on horsebackRidin decidin cracked crab or lobsterWho say mobsters don't prosperNiggaz is actors, niggaz deserve OscarsMe I'm, 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, ain't seen warCouldn't score if they had point game, they lameSpeak my name, I make em dash like Dame
Chorus: Angela Winbush
I love the dough, more than you knowGotta let it show, I love the dough, hey(repeat to fade)
