- Song Name: Weed, Hoes, Dough
- Artist Name: Ruff Ryders
- Album: Ryde or Die, Vol. 2
- Songwriters: Mel Jason Smalls, Sheldon Harris
- Release Date: 2000.04.25
- Label: Interscope Records
LYRICS FOR "Weed, Hoes, Dough"
I'm pushin' for the single yo
Yo
Ya heard
C'mon
Ya'll know who it is
Uh
All Drag do is f*** b****** and drain his body
Kickin' b****** out the bed and sleep next to a shottie
A b****'ll never get me pump
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
Drag dash
On this rap s*** is like a jacket to me
I wear it with cracks in my sleeves
So I keep it on
What are you
It took my time to cut these dimes
So I could dump drug a few minds
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
Double R is hard
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 b****** suckin' dick than niggas smokin' niks
I got more s*** up in my whip than most niggas got in cribs
I got more
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
'Cuz Drag is real fair
I own more buildings on my block
Hit ten niggas I'm tryin' to see mils like Billy Gates
'Cuz me in Philly rollin' dutches
Me and Eve
Double R
Fiends come to me my top rock's been asleep
Seven foot bouncers 'bout to be six feet
Now that's a foot left
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
Didda
Make 'em holler and swallow
Niggas stop it
I'm not a stingy nigga
Hate chips that go away
Sit in the sun long
Hair was up
Used to frown
Went from bikes to the car
Went from keys to the coke
Went from cracks to the raps
Went from slums to the stats
Me change 'cuz I rap
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
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
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