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Benzino - Figadoh lyrics
(feat. Scarface, Snoop Dogg) [Snoop Dogg] Get money (Get that dough) Get money (Get that dough) Get money (Get that dough) What what (Get that dough) Get that dough (Get that dough) Get that dough (Get that dough) Get that dough (Figadoh) [Benzino] What, why? Wanna come test (what) Sub-zero, freeze all from chest (what) Benzino got bitches that love to undress Masterpiece invisible, thug irresistable (thug) Made Man invincible (thug) Collect my residuals (thug) Why you lookin so pitiful, don't you really know? Every move we make is critical, you know, I know See yo', head cracked, bang-o, see dough Benzino, black Al Pacino Fly to Reno, meet T at casino (yeah) All night, we get head all night Hold tight, shorty right, don't bite This is how we do it in the Bing, uhh Worldwide, Made Men, knah'mean [Chorus - Benzino (Snoop) 2x] Doooooooooough! Fi-ga-doh (Money, money) Figa-da-doh! Fi-ga-doh (Money, money) Figa-da-doh! You know me (Money, hot) Figada-figada-figada Get that dough (Dough, hot, hot) Figada-doh [Snoop Dogg] Yo' strategy, some pimp tragedy It's Snoop Dogg, the black James Caggedy In agony, Agatha, Christy Agana, miss me, pop the mo' with funk the Crissy Is he, goin out his mind (yep) I'm, organized with mine (yep) In rhyme cuz crime, pays (yep) Blaze the haze for days For real B, ya feel me, ya feel me And, it's supreme, a few niggas on my team Bonafide hustlers 'bout that cream We'll cut a nigga, gut a nigga, shut a nigga up For my paper, I'll wet a nigga up Did'ya hear me do' (Hear me do') Ya feel me do' (Feel me do') I'm live in stereo (Live in stereo) Like a cherry-o, bury dough, Robert De Ner-io Snoopy D-O double bubble, with the whole bundle Don't worry 'bout what one do [Chorus 2x] [Scarface] The suits, we pimp in tennis shoes Fuck Cristal, what the Henny do? You smoke dope and weed, blow 'dro You got dough and we've got dough We monster mash, you see me Ruff Ryde You a nigga out here, hate niggas, wishin he was white I'm the nigga out hear pullin up Excursions Throwin dicks to dykes, turnin out virgins So fuck your coupe, it's Scarface and Snoop, up in Bing-town snatchin bitches off the mini six-deuce And sue dat dame, with "Tru dat" game Get her ass naked, and black-n-blue that thang The news that came was the Made Men wattn't But the paper was the influence and that's what done it You cuff these hoes, we muff these hoes You and Captain Save Ya Baby Mother, FUCK these hoes [Snoop Dogg] (Doooooooooough!!!) Get that dough! Get that dough! Get that dough! Get that dough! Get that dough! Get that dough! Figadoh! [Chorus - 4x w/ changing ad libs] |
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