Weed, Hoes, Dough Lyrics - Ryde Or Die: Vol.2 - Dmx

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 'cause 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 

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[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 

'cause 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 

'cause 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 'cause 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, 'cause I went from pow to pow 

Wit my family, two r's, ryde or die 

[chorus]