Songtext Weed, hoes, dough von Dmx

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Weed, hoes, dough

Im pushin for the single yo, cmon
Yo lock the door, uh huh
Ya heard, uh, uh
Cmon, yeah
Yall 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 bitchll never get me pump, I make niggas pump iv
Im the type to follow the cops wit a midget drivin me
Make them think the car drivin itself, and Im in the passenger seat
Signal lights, stashbox, a package of d
Drag dash, Im 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, dont 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 dont 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 yall is r & b singers

[chorus 2x:]
Weed
Thats what we smokin up
Hoes
Thats what we pokin up
Dough
Thats what we foldin up
Thats 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 yall tryin to stop wars
Coward nigga lock your doors
Ill come through with the locksmith and pop it
With the glock 4 and show yall what a mouths for
I got black steel, blue steel, wheels, I mean wheelchair
Cuz drag is real fair, its all real here
I own more buildings on my block, than real estate, philly ave
Hit ten niggas Im 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 rocks been asleep
Seven foot bouncers bout to be six feet, under me
Now thats a foot left, you shouldnt have took that step

[chorus]

[verse 3]
I know yall wish yall 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
Im not a stingy nigga, Ill 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 cant do it
I went from muggin yall to payin niggas to do it
Its all the same stupid
I got cake on cake, cuz I went from pow to pow
Wit my family, two rs, ryde or die

[chorus]

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Im pushin for the single yo, cmon
Yo lock the door, uh huh
Ya heard, uh, uh
Cmon, yeah
Yall 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 bitchll never get me pump, I make niggas pump iv
Im the type to follow the cops wit a midget drivin me
Make them think the car drivin itself, and Im in the passenger seat
Signal lights, stashbox, a package of d
Drag dash, Im 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, dont 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 dont 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 yall is r & b singers

[chorus 2x:]
Weed
Thats what we smokin up
Hoes
Thats what we pokin up
Dough
Thats what we foldin up
Thats 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 yall tryin to stop wars
Coward nigga lock your doors
Ill come through with the locksmith and pop it
With the glock 4 and show yall what a mouths for
I got black steel, blue steel, wheels, I mean wheelchair
Cuz drag is real fair, its all real here
I own more buildings on my block, than real estate, philly ave
Hit ten niggas Im 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 rocks been asleep
Seven foot bouncers bout to be six feet, under me
Now thats a foot left, you shouldnt have took that step

[chorus]

[verse 3]
I know yall wish yall 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
Im not a stingy nigga, Ill 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 cant do it
I went from muggin yall to payin niggas to do it
Its all the same stupid
I got cake on cake, cuz I went from pow to pow
Wit my family, two rs, ryde or die

[chorus]