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Song

Get Dough

Ill Al Skratch

Creep Wit’ Me, 1994, English

Lyrics

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It's all good
La, la, la, la, la (Yeah, yeah)
I got to get dough (Get dough)
La, la, la, la, la (Mm)
Oh-wee-oh-wee-oh, wee, oh, come on (Yeah)
La, la, la, la, la (From my nigga Al Skratch)
I got to get dough (Yeah)
La, la, la, la, la (Mm)
It's the Ill Al Skratch type show (Come on)
Do the hokey pokey, I play low-key
You think I'm wack when it comes to rap, okie-dogie (Uh)
Yippie-yi-yo, yippie-yi-yay
I to the L to the L to the A (Mm)
To the L to the Skratch as I catch and I match
And I snatch dough, just from my rap flow that blow
Other rappers out the frame, I'm not afraid, black
To be laid back with the fat paid stack
In my pocket, now I'm on some fly shit
Chewin' on some toxic, dough, that's what I get (Mm)
Money to spend, I have none to lend
I'll be comin' around the mountain when I come, my friend, yeah (Yeah)
It was funny back when I was bummy
Now I make money, money, make money, money, money (Mm)
And now I feel safe, I got the faith
Makin' D-O-U-G, kept it to the H
You gotta go for what you know in '94
To get dough
You gotta go for what you know in '94 (Mm)
To get dough
TP gets dough (Ah yeah)
LG gets dough (Ah yeah)
Big Ill gets dough (Ah yeah)
Al Skratch gets dough (Ah yeah)
Now what the fuck is a mark-ass buster?
You can't trust a nigga that will rupture your structure
'Cause I don't got no dough straight out the cellar
So you know you never see me at the automated teller (Mm)
While uh, my pockets, they never stay swole
I spend all my dough on a Buddha and the Olde Gold (What?)
Who got the dollar bill? I wanna hear you holler, "Ill"
Not a blue-collar worker or a scholarship (Mm-hmm)
I'm fifteen, but I say fuck a 9 to 5
Jump up in my Jeep and bump it up as I drive now (Mm-hmm)
They pull me over, make me stop, black, 'cause my pants be saggin'
System be bangin', had me cocked back (Cock back, cock back)
Now what's the reason they harass me?
Wanna beat that ass, G, took my car down to the chassis
But I go for what I know in '94 to get dough
And still say fuck the five-oh
You gotta go for what you know in '94
To get dough (That's right)
You gotta go for what you know in '94
To get dough (Yeah)
Brooklyn gets dough (Ah yeah)
Uptown gets dough (Ah yeah)
Big Ill gets dough (Ah yeah)
Al Skratch gets dough (Ah yeah)
Yo, this Al Skratch makin' fat stacks and packs
Of blue, the paper, the green cream, you know what I mean (Mm)
I attack this track like a ragin' bull
So me and my crew could be paid in full (Right?)
'Cause I remember back when I was broke
Nobody spoke no joke, I had no hope
I wish I could get rich back in the day (Mm)
It's okay, now pay come my way, they say
Loot is the root to all evil (Mm), but I don't believe you
When I pump funk for my people
And make a hit blast on the quick fast
Get cash and collect it in some big bags (Yeah)
I know it's kinda funny how it sound
(But money makes the world go 'round, mm)
You can't say it ain't so, now you know
We make dough, we get D's, we get dough
You gotta go for what you know in '94
To get dough (Right)
You gotta go for what you know in '94
To get dough (Come on)
Now do you get dough? (Hell yeah)
Do you get dough? (Hell yeah)
Do you get dough? (Hell yeah)
So when we all get dough (So come on)
You gotta go for what you know in '94
To get dough (Yeah)
You gotta go for what you know in '94 (All my homies from the hood)
To get dough
New York gets dough (Right)
D.C. gets dough (True)
Detroit gets dough (It's all good)
Cali gets dough (Yeah, baby)
You gotta go for what you know in '94
To get dough (Sing that song)
You gotta go for what you know in '94
To get dough (Let 'em know)
Brooklyn gets dough (Hell yeah)
Uptown gets dough (Hell yeah)
Compton gets dough
Ah shit
Sing that song, baby
For all the homies in the hood
Get dough
Yeah
Gotta get my dough
Yeah