[speaking] So I got this idea for this song, uh, I'm gonna use rhyming words like, like "associated" and, uh, "so she ate it." And, uh, it's like I'm saying different things, I'm saying it--I'm using the same words, it sounds like I'm using the same words, but they have different meanings. Does that make any sense?

And when you all up in my ride man, leave the AC alone
Best not be talking shit about me bumpin' Aceyalone
And if you burn my CD, I ain't gon' get all butt-hurt about it,
Cuz most of y'all ain't actually heard it but heard about it.
'Sides, I'd rather let you share it, so someone could listen to it,
Really, it's cool for me to know someone that cool is into it.
On the ree's though, you should pay for it, because I need dough.
So I can quit my job at Pizza Hut, where I knead dough.
-Hey yo, what up man, this is Gene.
-Hey, you caught me at a bad time, can I get back to you, Gene?
-Yeah, whatchu doing?
-I'm up in Portland working on a song, I'm actually in the booth right now,
But I'll hit you up when I get back to Eugene. How's life though?
-I'm doing all right, bro, it's all swell.
-Nice, man, Imma split, but I'm glad to hear that all's well.
It's Lafa Taylor here to lead you if you give me your hand,
so if you feel it, give me a hand, and give me a hand!

Refrain (x2):
One day, I'm gon' be rich and Imma roll in dough,
And use hundred dollar bills to roll indo.
I'll have a biodiesel Benz that I'll roll in, though,
But now I'm at the pizza parlor rollin' dough

I know this girl (woo) she has a butt like J-lo
and when she dance, she make it shake like Jell-O
Hey bro, where is she is from? I dunno, I'll ask her.
Hey girlie, where are you from? I'm from Alaska.
Alaska? Oh, Are you from Juno?
No, but I go down there a lot to visit, you know!
She was beautiful and I really wanted to touch her, but
I thought she'd think I was weird if I just asked to touch her butt.
So I said, "When I look across this room, you catch my eye when I browse,"
Followed by, "In addition, I think you have very nice eyebrows."
By now, I'm sure she's thinking I'm a weirdo,
But some girls tend to really like those guys that are weird, though.
So I said, "Let me play this game of craps and Imma take you to paradise,
Cuz I'm about to win a million dollars with this pair of dice,
Besides, girl, we should be associated."
Fed her the cheesy pickup line, but Imma playa so she ate it.


I was at my vegan DJ's house, he was trying to cook a plate of beets,
And I was like, "You leave the cooking to me, man, you can just play the beats."
Cuz he was trying to cook some tofu the last time I was there, but he made a mistake,
so I convinced him to eat beef; my buddy made him a steak.
I ain't a big fan of most of these punchline MCs,
Though sometimes I get fed up and I wanna punch lyin' MCs.
Talking 'bout, "My shit is beefer yo, I got poisonous rhymes."
I might have even wanted to work with him, if he had poise in his rhymes,
But instead he talks about pimpin' bitches, pullin' gats, and pumpin' fools,
And pullin' drive-bys in his Suburban with his boys in his rhymes,
That shit not sick.
He's thinking his talk's sick,
But at best it compares to like, Britney Spears' "'Toxic"
And I'm like, the last thing in the universe
I would want to do is put you in a verse
Because people hear my shit and say, "Wow, isn't that dope?"
Then people hear your shit and say, "That isn't that dope."


(Ah x5) I said, who's sane?
Obviously not Saddam Hussein.
We told facts of the attacks but the press didn't care,
So now I'm wondering how to make our president care.
I love free speech but they're taking our right away,
And giving cops the right of way; we need to change it right away.
And I hope for the best, but it's hard to have faith,
So at times I meditate and I blaze a half eighth.
And I wear a disguise when I talk to these guys,
They're trying to take away all the air from these skies
Plus we got clear channel, controlling the industry,
So I'll press my own CD and I'll sell the shit in the street

While elites drink champagne, they pour us shit,
Leaving us in the gutter, feelin' poor as shit.
Just because I'm African American
Don't mean I shouldn't be treated like a frickin' American.
Do you feel me?


Lyrics submitted by TheRealDannyM

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