Testo Get That Dough - Beanie Sigel
Testo della canzone Get That Dough (Beanie Sigel), tratta dall'album Lyricist Lounge, Vol. 2
Get that dough
Still huggin' the strip
Get that dough
Get that dough nigga
Get that dough
Uhh uhh
See get that dough
Uhh yo uhh yo
Get that dough
I'm sick of niggas talkin' 'bout they whips when they bustin' 'em out
Summertime come around, don't nothin' come out
Snappin' on they bitch cussin' her out
Mad cause they crack, ain't no crack, they sufferin' a drought
Man you know how mack play when I sling my butter
Take my show state to state like the Ringling brothers
Keep clowns high-wired off the shit I juggle
FBI eye spyin' from the shit I smuggle
Keep the trunk of the car lined with coffee grounds
The cops pull us over, hit the walk the hounds
Got a bitch that let me stash shit in the crib
Break her off every week to fix up her wig
Man I stay on a mission with whores
Cause I get it down, get around like the late Mr. Shakur
Stay in the kitchen with raw
I'm the shit when I whip, I always turn two into four
Get ya mind right, get ya grind right
Then you get ya shine right and get that dough
Stay on the low-low, duckin' the po-po, tuckin' the fo'-fo'
And get that dough
Get ya team right and that's the green light
Get ya cream right and get that dough
It won't stop y'all until I drop y'all
I'ma hold the block y'all, now get that dough
Aiyo I gots plenty dough but it's more to me
And I'm the chef I bake, I don't order cakes
If I'm short you can call Dubri
I can make twenty look like twenty-eight off of water wheat
I'm the shit when I'm twistin' my wrist
In the kitchen with that thing that got fiends schitzin' to hit
From the drugs that I drug and the narcs be buggin'
I keep my eye on the block and a pie in the oven
Smokers come straight, I ain't breakin' off nothin'
Got two.38's, I can break you off a dozen
You know how mack play, when it come to that yey
I got 'em lined up on the block like it's crack day
I fucks with the pipers, ducks from the bikers
Puffs on the righteous, busts at the shysters
Stay in the kitchen with a block of raw
Razor blade plate, pot to straw
Get ya mind right, get ya grind right
Then you get ya shine right and get that dough
Stay on the low-low, duckin' the po-po, tuckin' the fo'-fo'
And get that dough
Get ya team right and that's the green light
Get ya cream right and get that dough
It won't stop y'all until I drop y'all
I'ma hold the block y'all, now get that dough
Aiyo I pops that coke, cooks that coke
Chops that coke and give out crooks work
Makes that dough, gets them ends
How you want it dog, pipe or syringe?
Aiyo I hit the block quickly, lift up for fifty
Tear the highway like Freeway Ricky
Spit it my way then pop shit sickly
'Til the feds come and get me or the lead bullet hit me
Get ya mind right, get ya grind right
Then you get ya shine right and get that dough
Stay on the low-low, duckin' the po-po, tuckin' the fo'-fo'
And get that dough
Get ya team right and that's the green light
Get ya cream right and get that dough
It won't stop y'all until I drop y'all
I'ma hold the block y'all, now get that dough
Get ya mind right, get ya grind right
Then you get ya shine right and get that dough
Stay on the low-low, duckin' the po-po, tuckin' the fo'-fo'
And get that dough
Get ya team right and that's the green light
Get ya cream right and get that dough
It won't stop y'all until I drop y'all
I'ma hold the block y'all, now get that dough
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Writer(s): Tony Louis Cottrell, Dwight Grant
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