The Notorious B.I.G. – I Love The Dough lyrics

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)