Lyrics

[Intro: Al Skratch] 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) [Verse 1: Al Skratch] 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 [Chorus: Al Skratch] 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) [Verse 2: Big Ill] 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 [Chorus: Al Skratch] 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) [Verse 3: Al Skratch] 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 [Chorus: Al Skratch] 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 [Outro] Sing that song, baby For all the homies in the hood Get dough Yeah Gotta get my dough Yeah