Dmx - Weed, Hoes, Dough lyrics

(feat. Drag-On) 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 f** b**hes, and drain his body Kickin b**hes out the bed and sleep next to a shottie A b**h'll never get me pump, I make n***as 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 pa**enger seat Signal lights, stashbox, a package of D Drag dash, I'm happy to be On, this rap sh** 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 sh** 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 b**hes s**in dick, than n***as smokin niks I got more sh** up in my whip, than most n***as got in cribs I got more, blocks of raw while y'all tryin to stop wars Coward n***a 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 n***as 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 b**hes' weaves Double R, pop n***as, make n***as 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 co*k it then pop it Make 'em holler and swallow n***as stop it, catch it, all up in his jacket I'm not a stingy n***a, I'll let a n***a 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, n***a 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 n***as 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]