Weed Hoes Dough Lyrics by DMX

Weed Hoes Dough Lyrics

    I'm pushin for the single yo, c'mon
    Yo lock the door, uh huh
    Ya heard, uh, uh
    C'mon, yeah
    Y'all know who it is, or should i say what it is
    Uh, uh

    [verse 1]
    All drag do is fuck bitches, and drain his body
    Kickin bitches out the bed and sleep next to a shottie
    A bitch'll never get me pump, i make niggas pump iv
    I'm the type to follow the cops wit a midget drivin me
    Make them think the car drivin itself, and i'm in the passenger seat
    Signal lights, stashbox, a package of d
    Drag dash, i'm happy to be
    On, this rap shit is like a jacket to me
    I wear it with cracks in my sleeves
    So i keep it on, don't never take my jacket off cuz my shit be gone
    What are you, lost your mind?
    It took my time to cut these dimes
    So i could dump drug a few minds, so don't make me bust a few nines
    Dip the t t in polish watch the shoe shine
    Slip in the tunnel with a banger in my bootline
    All it takes is the finger to make a sour sit, linger
    Double r is hard, the rest of y'all is r & b singers

    [chorus 2x:]
    Weed
    That's what we smokin up
    Hoes
    That's what we pokin up
    Dough
    That's what we foldin up
    That's all we know about

    [verse 2]
    I got more bullets in my clip, than chocolate got in chip
    I got more bitches suckin dick, than niggas smokin niks
    I got more shit up in my whip, than most niggas got in cribs
    I got more, blocks of raw while y'all tryin to stop wars
    Coward nigga lock your doors
    I'll come through with the locksmith and pop it
    With the glock 4 and show y'all what a mouth's for
    I got black steel, blue steel, wheels, i mean wheelchair
    Cuz drag is real fair, it's all real here
    I own more buildings on my block, than real estate, philly ave
    Hit ten niggas i'm tryin to see mils like billy gates
    Cuz me in philly rollin dutches
    Me and eve, stuck off the trees, got her laughin off bitches' weaves
    Double r, pop niggas, make niggas bleed
    Fiends come to me my top rock's been asleep
    Seven foot bouncers bout to be six feet, under me
    Now that's a foot left, you shouldn't have took that step

    [chorus]

    [verse 3]
    I know y'all wish y'all woulda, shoulda, coulda
    Didda, getta, gotta, guns we cock it then pop it
    Make 'em holler and swallow
    Niggas stop it, catch it, all up in his jacket
    I'm not a stingy nigga, i'll let a nigga have it
    Hate chips that go away, lookin like white coke
    Sit in the sun long, come back like french toast
    Hair was up, now is down, eyes are black, now is brown
    Used to frown, now you smile, nigga must have left you now
    Went from bikes to the car, from the cars to the boat
    Went from keys to the coke, went from coke to the dope
    Went from cracks to the raps, went from bats to the gats
    Went from slums to the stats, been to london and back
    Me change cuz i rap, i can't do it
    I went from muggin y'all to payin niggas to do it
    It's all the same stupid
    I got cake on cake, cuz i went from pow to pow
    Wit my family, two r's, ryde or die

    [chorus]

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