Notorious B.i.g.I Love The Dough

Dice*game intro [Jay-Z]* Uhh uhh, Uhh uhh, uhh, uhh, Hah what, I, like this Uhh uhh, I, like this What Uhh? what, Uhh? Verse One Jay-Z: We push the hottest V's peel, fast Through the city play, Monopoly with real cash Me and Biggie and the models be shaking, they saditty a And** parotta 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, Ty-son 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 pay for hors d'ourves And rack up frequent flier mileage Chorus Angela: Winbush 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, Verse Two Notorious: B I. G. 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 cd's and the best tapes Don't forget the vinyl take, girls break spinals Biggie be Richie like Lionel s, t**You seen the Jesus dipped, to H classes Ice project off lights chick, flashes Blind your broke asses even, got rocks in big mustaches Rock top fashions Ain't s t**changed except, the number after the dot On the Range way, ni z***look at me now kinda, strange I hate y'all too Rather be in Carribean sands with Rachael It's unreal out, the blue Frank White got s appeal** B s*****used to go "Ewww, "!Still tote steel tryin, to see five mil Off the sin-gle for, real You ain't fazin the amazin While your gun's raisin mine, is blazin See you on see me all talkin to sweetness Take it for weakness and leave quick Blocker Roc-a-, Fella, Bad, Boy collabo Two mc's with mad dough ju', know Chorus! Angela: Winbush I love the dough more, than you know Gotta let it show I, love the dough hey, (repeat 2X) Verse Three Jay-Z: Notorious, B I. G. Miracu-lous. pockets, stay full Ni z***skip the bull cause we matadors Snatch the P-89's that we pack in the drawers And we clappin, doors in your Acuras Snap like cameras, on amateurs Make you all dance hold, a hammer to yours Jig and Big rock ice no, cracks or flaws Erybody 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 And toast Cristal on behalf of y'all Too bad for y'all ain't, too many as bad as yours Truly do, we we, laugh at y'all Little b s******y'all Uhh uhh, 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 Who say mobsters don't prosper Ni z***is actors ni, z***deserve Oscars Me I'm critically, acclaimed slug, past your brain Reminesce on dames who coochie, used to stink When we rocked house pieces and puffy Gucci links Now we buy homes in unfamiliar places Tito smile everytime he see our faces Cases catch more than outfield-ers Half these rappin cats ain't, seen war Couldn't score if they had point game they, lame Speak my name I, make em dash like Dame Chorus Angela: Winbush I love the dough more, than you know Gotta let it show I, love the dough hey, (repeat to fade)
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