Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song The Dough , by - Prodigy. Song from the album H.N.I.C. Pt. 2, in the genre Рэп и хип-хопRelease date: 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… |