Z Angela Winbush I Love The Dough Lyrics

Z Angela Winbush   I Love The Dough lyrics

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, trickin ace, did they ass in 

 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 Python 

 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, shit 

 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 shit changed, except the number after the dot 

 on the Range, way niggaz 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 sex appeal 

 Bitches 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, rocker, fellow, Bad Boy collabo 

 Two MC's with mad dough, jewelry on! 

  

 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 

 Niggaz 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 in floors 

 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 bastards 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 

 Niggaz is actors, niggaz 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