Rather Get Moe Doe Songtext
von The Team

E-A-Ski, E-A-Ski nigga
C-M-T, C-M-T what up baby?
It′s Town Shit baby, Town Shit nigga
I don't think they ready for this one my nigga
I′m here nigga, Team's in the building nigga
Let's go


Hey yo, I see we got the hood scared and I ain′t even started yet
It′s Carson, cocky, a problem, the rawest threat
I'm in the rawest ′jects, hoodrats, heart of sex
Game day is brain day, who got the hardest neck?
Earned all respect, I'd rather get mo′ dough
Take her to the ho-stro, high heels, blow blow
Niggas get bolos, hear this pimp talk
Disgustin' like meetin′ Bay niggas who Crip walk
Town shit, clown with niggas who turnt out
I'm raw with it, hog with it, niggas get murked out
We perk out, chase loot, Team, you heard of us
Coke white tee, blue jeans and burner gloves
Roll with OG's, I′m off in the deep East
Hood block niggas, E-A-Ski and C-M-T
You seein′ me? Fuck nah, your broad? Fuck dog
Klyde Carson, I'm sparkin′, it's mo′ dough, fuck y'all

No dough, oh no, no dough, fo′ sho'
If you don't know, I′d rather get mo′ dough
No dough, oh no, no dough, fo' sho′
If you don't know, I′d rather get mo' dough
No dough, oh no, no dough, fo′ sho'
If you don't know, I′d rather get mo′ dough
No dough, oh no, no dough, fo' sho′
If you don't know, I′d rather get mo' dough


Holla boy, you know what they call the boy?
Young Keyser, that water boy
And can′t none stop the boy
Shots come through your block, destroyed
Whoa, get at your boy
Ucka okay, that boy can't spit
Y'all have a better chance gettin′ a deal with a blank disc
Mo′ dough and Team, we make hits
Pimps broke with no dough, pimp please, make sense
Shootin' radio music, they don′t play shit
What, you niggas stupid or you don't take hits?
Base shit, hustle, basics, push gray shit
White tee, no bracelets, guns gives facelifts
Ace fit bleedin′, speedin' my coliseum
And when that boy stuntin′, it's somethin', you gotta see him
It′s mo′ dough, test my Team's a no-no
My Team go loco, put shots through your fo′ do', fucka

No dough, oh no, no dough, fo′ sho'
If you don′t know, I'd rather get mo' dough
No dough, oh no, no dough, fo′ sho′
If you don't know, I′d rather get mo' dough
No dough, oh no, no dough, fo′ sho'
If you don′t know, I'd rather get mo' dough
No dough, oh no, no dough, fo′ sho′
If you don't know, I′d rather get mo' dough

Foreign boys, all in the dough
If you ain′t heard the word, act like you know
I push rhymes like brown snow
Through the summer and the winter, get in that ass like a splinter
Pop, lock, breakin' the inner, eatin′ niggas for dinner
Take suckers fool, right now, I'm down to earn
But really, I ain't, ′cause it′s that nigga that you know of
A hyphy ass young brother, inhalin' and burnin′ green
Like da-da-da-da-da-da-ding
Since a teen, I'm on the Tampa scene
Until a chick make room for me in them jeans
Yick fiends like Jeanine, they be giddy after that
Before I blast off, best believe I be stabbin′ ya
Stabbin' ya, grabbin′ ya, butterfingers and all
Get off my balls, 'cause ain't no room for ya in my drawers
I rewind and pause, then fast forward
Stop, eject, gone ′fore you know it, ′bout to start

No dough, oh no, no dough, fo' sho′
If you don't know, I′d rather get mo' dough
No dough, oh no, no dough, fo′ sho'
If you don't know, I′d rather get mo′ dough
No dough, oh no, no dough, fo' sho′
If you don't know, I′d rather get mo' dough
No dough, oh no, no dough, fo′ sho'
If you don't know, I′d rather get mo′ dough