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Young Black Teenagers - Time to Make the Dough Nutz lyrics
It's time to make the dough nutz (*repeat 8X*) [Verse One] You see it's off to the store I got to go it's how I make the doughnutz This way at the end of the week yo I collect the bonus Sunday Monday Wednesday Friday the wrath is risin in the kitchen The rest of the week I'm zonin - THE SKINS ARE FINGER LICKIN Big brothers owe me the loot and some are frontin from the stoop It's bounty huntin time and someone's gonna catch the boot in the ass - no questions, don't tell me no more lies Don't be steppin onto the block, the price you pay is high (how high?) I'm crackin 'em up and beatin 'em down as verily we roll along Brothers know my style, my grip is just TOO strong So figure it out yourself and you'll soon see that I don't sweat 'em His back's against the wall I say spread 'em then I wet 'im So hi-ho hi-ho hi-ho, it's off to work I go I figured I'd let you know, here's the flow It's time to make the dough, nutz, the dough, nutz I hear the funky beats and I go, nutz [Chorus: repeat 4X] It's time (what time is it?) It's time (what time is it?) It's time (what time is it?) It's time to make the dough nutz [Verse Two] Yes rappin again the flow I've got no time to sit and pause Cause when I cook the steel I hear the suckers hit their jaws I flow from the tongue to let you know just who is up next Firstborn just slayed the rhythm the opposite of breakin necks Cause I can rip the best like use the glock to mix the batter Flex the same ingredients I went to (?) it doesn't matter Splatter, scatter, if you move there's nothin left Petrified by the dough nutz cause the beats are made to death So after that you're left a hole in the middle So hey diddle diddle, the Kamron's on the fiddle So who's got the blunts with the booooom? Make room for the zoom of a Y.B.T. tune If your brain is still drownin then you're dooooomed Dough, nutz, the dough, nutz I hear the funky beats and I go, nutz [Chorus] [Verse Three] Now I'm bringin it back in so let me spark it for the crew The oven is burnin hot, so look out we're comin through Cause the funk is on, MC givin livin up the cookies Tossin up the styles as we bake it for the rookies Playin hookies from the back, what does it take to slam a hit? I'm missin dunkin the donuts is it really worth the trip? To the top, they go pop, halfway up, we get stopped But we keep it hip-hop add a little twist of rock So it's up and away, it's up and away, it's up and away we go We're opening up the bakery, it's time to make the dough-di-oh |
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