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  • Текст песни Beanie Sigel - Get That Dough



    [Beanie Sigel]
    Get, that, dough
    Still huggin the strip
    Get, that, dough
    Get the dough nigga (that dough)
    Uhh uhh, Sig' get, that, dough
    Uhh.. yo, uhh.. yo (get, that, dough)

    I'm sick of niggaz talkin bout they whips - when they bustin 'em out
    Summertime come around, don't nuttin 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 Mac 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
    F.B.I. eyes spyin from the shit I smuggle
    Keep the trunk of the car lined with coffee grounds
    The cops pull us over it throw off 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 (shit)
    Cause I get down, and "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

    [Chorus]
    Yo, get your mind right, get your grind right
    til you get the shine right and get, that, dough
    Stay on the low-low, duckin the po'-po'
    Tuck in the fo'-fo' and get, that, dough
    You get your team right, and that's the green light
    to cut your cream right and get, that, dough
    It won't stop y'all, until I drop y'all
    I'ma hug the block y'all and get, that, dough

    [Beanie]
    Yo, aiyyo I got plenty dough, but there's more to make
    And I'm the chef, I bake, I don't order cakes
    If I'm short, shit you caught a break
    I can make twenty look like twenty-eight off of water weight
    I'm the shit when I'm twistin my wrist
    In the kitchen with that thang that got fiends skitzin to hit
    From the drugs that I drug in, 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 nuttin
    Got two thirty-eights, I can break off a dozen
    You know how Mac play, when it come to that yea
    I got 'em locked up on the block like it's crack day
    I fucks with the pipers, ducks from the bikers
    Punks on the righteous, bust at the sheisters
    Stay in the kitchen with a block of raw
    Razor blade play partner straw, yo

    [Chorus]

    [Beanie]
    Yo, yo, aiyyo I cops that coke, cooks that coke
    Chops that coke and give out perks work
    Makes that dough, gets them ends
    How you want it dog, pipe or syringe?
    Aiyyo I hit the block quickly, and lick up a fifty
    Tear the highway like Freeway Ricky
    Spit it my way and pop shit sickly
    til the Feds come and get me or the lead bullet hit me

    [Chorus 2X]