Ruff Ryders - Weed, Hoes, Dough - Featuring Drag-on Lyrics
Im pushin for the single yo, cmonYo lock the door, uh huhYa heard, uh, uhCmon, yeahYall know who it is, or should I say what it isUh, uh[verse 1]All drag do is ***** *****es, and drain his bodyKickin *****es out the bed and sleep next to a shottieA *****ll never get me pump, I make niggas pump ivIm the type to follow the cops wit a midget drivin meMake them think the car drivin itself, and Im in the passenger seatSignal lights, stashbox, a package of dDrag dash, Im happy to beOn, this rap shit is like a jacket to meI wear it with cracks in my sleevesSo I keep it on, dont never take my jacket off cuz my shit be goneWhat are you, lost your mind?It took my time to cut these dimesSo I could dump drug a few minds, so dont make me bust a few ninesDip the t t in polish watch the shoe shineSlip in the tunnel with a banger in my bootlineAll it takes is the finger to make a sour sit, lingerDouble r is hard, the rest of yall is r & b singersChorus 2x:WeedThats what we smokin upHoesThats what we pokin upDoughThats what we foldin upThats all we know about[verse 2]I got more bullets in my clip, than chocolate got in chipI got more *****es suckin dick, than niggas smokin niksI got more shit up in my whip, than most niggas got in cribsI got more, blocks of raw while yall tryin to stop warsCoward nigga lock your doorsIll come through with the locksmith and pop itWith the glock 4 and show yall what a mouths forI got black steel, blue steel, wheels, I mean wheelchairCuz drag is real fair, its all real hereI own more buildings on my block, than real estate, philly aveHit ten niggas Im tryin to see mils like billy gatesCuz me in philly rollin dutchesMe and eve, stuck off the trees, got her laughin off *****es weavesDouble r, pop niggas, make niggas bleedFiends come to me my top rocks been asleepSeven foot bouncers bout to be six feet, under meNow thats a foot left, you shouldnt have took that stepChorus[verse 3]I know yall wish yall woulda, shoulda, couldaDidda, getta, gotta, guns we ***** it then pop itMake em holler and swallowNiggas stop it, catch it, all up in his jacketIm not a stingy nigga, Ill let a nigga have itHate chips that go away, lookin like white cokeSit in the sun long, come back like french toastHair was up, now is down, eyes are black, now is brownUsed to frown, now you smile, nigga must have left you nowWent from bikes to the car, from the cars to the boatWent from keys to the coke, went from coke to the dopeWent from cracks to the raps, went from bats to the gatsWent from slums to the stats, been to london and backMe change cuz I rap, I cant do itI went from muggin yall to payin niggas to do itIts all the same stupidI got cake on cake, cuz I went from pow to powWit my family, two rs, ryde or dieChorus
