Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song The Dough, artist - Prodigy. Album song H.N.I.C. Pt. 2, in the genre Рэп и хип-хоп
Date of issue: 15.12.2008
Age restrictions: 18+
Record label: Voxonic
Song language: English
The Dough |
Yeah yeah… |
You know we always gonna come through |
Not playing no games or whatever |
Yeah yeah, that’s right |
Yo I’m up 4 in the morning making some new shit |
I just keep going and going when everybody quit |
I don’t stop I’m a fiend, way more than Rakim |
It’s not the mic that I like, it’s the song when it’s finished |
Niggas can’t seem to rock it, but I be in the pocket |
Your rap doesn’t flow with the beat, you need to stop it |
They buying into my story because my shit real |
You never do what you say, that’s why you don’t sell |
I ain’t beefing on a record, somebody gonna die |
And you can beef about it when you read about in the Times |
Ain’t no bullshitting nigga I’m a rare species |
Every ten years they make a nigga like P' |
Imma slow it down, so you can hear me out |
And really really listen and see what I’m about |
You feel me on the right, you feel my on the left |
They feel me in the back… |
It’s all about the dough, that’s how we stay alive |
I like to see you try to eat and you ain’t got a dime |
It’s all about the dough, that’s how we stay alive |
I like to see you try to eat and you ain’t got a dime |
All I do is wake up and make hits |
At 15 I mastered the 16 bars, with some henny and a spliff |
Now you can’t tell me shit |
Give me one hour with a dope ass beat, and I’ll show you how to spit |
You ain’t got no war stories, nigga you ain’t got shit |
Because we ain’t trying to hear your little songs for the chicks |
And that bitch want it hard not a RnB thug |
She like it real rough, nigga you the sweet stuff |
Ha, cream puff nigga, I need you |
So they can tell the difference between me and you |
Yo I wake up every morning and I write a new smash |
I don’t do this for the radio I do this for the fans |
Do it for the block |
This is for my niggas that’s locked up in a box |
In the maxi max, that’s the penitentiary |
My pen will never cease |
Shit my pops gave ten years, to the federales |
From Georgia to Cali, He broke out of L. A County |
With the cuffs on, my pops was rowdy |
Then caught him out in San Jose, you know the bounties |
If you can see me now, living like the sallies |
Imma slow it down, so you can hear me out |
And really really listen and see what I’m about |
You feel me on the right, you feel my on the left |
They feel me in the back… |
It’s all about the dough, that’s how we stay alive |
I like to see you try to eat and you ain’t got a dime |
It’s all about the dough, that’s how we stay alive |
I like to see you try to eat and you ain’t got a dime |
Yo we gonna get this money real quick |
Fuck what you talking about… |