Testi:
Doug Young

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

prison, as the world turns... [Chorus: Darryl 'Big D' Harper, (Tupac - in background)] (Turns.. turns, turns, turns, and turns My ni**az grow and grow and grow and gettin dough and dough and dough

homey (Yeah, it took a week to go down) You recollects and see how crazy it sounds The whole town's on a mission, adolescents (penitentary bound) (Now introducin Young

there another route? For a crooked Outlaw Veteran, a villian, a young thug, who one day shall fall Everday there's mo' death, and plus I'm dough-less

I remember Mr. Magic, FLASH, Grandmaster Caz LL raisin hell but, that didn't last Eric B. & Rakim was, the shit to me I flip to see a Doug E. Fresh show

Pack my nine til it's time to go to prison As I'm bailin down the block that I come from, still gotta pack a gun Case some young motherfuckers wanna play

coke Listen tho' I'm missin dough I gotta gather mo' Hell naw, dead blocks with red tops but now a ni**a sell words for all my young thugs in jail in

Throw them thangs X3 The quicker the nigga can go on The faster the nigga can get his dough on Then I can hit my flow and get my ho on Them niggas don

keep mashin til our dreams come through Starin at the world through my rearview [Tupac] Now I was raised as a young black male In order to get paid,