Lyrics:
the dough
The lifestyle I live is untouchable
So we clutch a few, guns that'll touch your crew
'Cause we learned to do what the hustlers do
Different ways
find whatever you may need
If you've got the money, honey, we got your disease
In the jungle, welcome to the jungle
Watch it bring you to your
What's all the noise about?
Have some respect shut the fuck up
Driveby money talkin shit yo back the truck up
Y'all niggaz don't respect me but
and your crew don't want it
But if you feel you can swing it, then money please bring it
(Wassup?) Large Professor in the house (wassup?)
(Wassup?) You
You kidding me or what man?
There's a bunch of Colombians coming in Friday, new guys
They said they got two keys for us, openers
Pure cocaine, you
groups
The main nigga Sunny had big money since '82
Had two of my dogs whacked, nothing I could do
That was back when I had no crew, I switch that
Now
motherfuckers up when we pass by
Until I die, live the life of a boss player, 'cause even when I'm high
Fuck with me and get crossed later, the futures in my
Now tell me do you see
Life's so hard on a nigga when you livin' like a G
[Repeat 2X]
Daz in this motherfucker
Alright bwoy, drop that shit
The man who only lives for making money
Lives a life that isn't necessarily sunny
Likewise the man who works for fame
There's no guarantee that
seen all o' y'all comin' in the strip club,
lookin' at all this pussy, me and the boys, me and 2 Live Crew,
Brother Marquis, Mr.Mixx, uhh, Fresh -
style, I'm still *mini, money, mini, mini,
It aint all about the money*
[Verse 1]
When I was hustla, two dogs by my side plus a black pistola
Loud MCs,
play live
Ask the people who they fly
The crew J5
We ride right into the night
Words that we write
We're calm then a settle your site
Come
Young Mula Crew
And we got them bitches like 2 live crew
How do I do? That do I do like finger rays
Trust me I have seen the days when
The sun would burn
sleepin' late, no money damn, I'm late for school, SHIT!!
("Todd, get upstairs and take out that garbage")
And its the funkadelic relic
Yeah, (bring in
Now tell me do you see
Life's so hard on a nigga when you livin' like a G
[Repeat 2X]
Daz in this motherfucker
Alright bwoy, drop that shit
me down
I knowing that my crew arrive
We gon' see who be the last alive
While we creep all over the place
Looking for space
In case, see him,
You kidding me or what man?
There's a bunch of Colombians coming in Friday, new guys
They said they got two keys for us, openers
Pure cocaine, you
The man who only lives for making money
Lives a life that isn't necessarily sunny
Likewise the man who works for fame
There's no guarantee
That time
through me
And we can meet on the BQE
And it goes like
[Chorus: x2]
[Sauce Money]
Had this bitch bragging,
Sauce had his tongue between my thighs
The man who only lives for making money
Lives a life that isn't necessarily sunny
Likewise the man who works for fame
There's no guarantee
That
The man who only lives for making money
Lives a life that isn't necessarily sunny
Likewise the man who works for fame
There's no guarantee
That
Kingston, JA, right up to T-Dot
Pon a level, money, yeah, we only know that
And I don't like when she ah run out
Cah we love live sekkle
Money mek we run
Kingston, JA, right up to T-Dot
Pon a level, money, yeah, we only know that
And I don't like when she ah run out
Cah we love live sekkle
Money mek we run
give it up for him, y'all
Uh, a- never been as broke as me, I like that
When I was young I had two pair of Lee's, besides that
The pin stripes
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