paroles de chanson Weed, Hoes, Dough - Drag-On , Ruff Ryders
I'm
pushin'
for
the
single
yo,
c'mon
Yo,
lock
the
door,
uh
huh
Ya
heard,
uh,
uh
C'mon,
yeah
Ya'll
know
who
it
is,
or
should
I
say
what
it
is
Uh,
uh
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,
stash
box,
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
boot
line
All
it
takes
is
the
finger
to
make
a
sour
sit,
linger
Double
R
is
hard,
the
rest
of
ya'll
is
R
& B
singers
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
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
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
ya'll
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
ya'll
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
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
I
know
ya'll
wish
ya'll
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'
ya'll
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
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
1 WW III
2 WWIII
3 Got It All
4 It's A Holiday - Skit
5 Holiday
6 Weed, Hoes, Dough
7 Fuck Da' Haters - Skit
8 My Name Is Kiss
9 Go Head
10 I'm A H-O-E - Skit
11 The Great
12 It's Going Down
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