Esham

Esham - Get Doe lyrics

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Meanwhile, back on the east side 



All i know, Get doe (keep gettin that doe) 

Flip another O, Get doe (keep gettin that doe) 

Get it fast or slow, Get doe (keep gettin that doe) 

Better tell ya hoe, get doe (keep gettin that doe) 



All i know, Get doe (keep gettin that doe) 

Flip another O, Get doe (keep gettin that doe) 

Get it fast or slow, Get doe (keep gettin that doe) 

Better tell ya hoe, get doe (keep gettin that doe) 



All i know is chefin' up dope 

Break it down and get it ready for the fiends to smoke 

It's the true to be paid, nightmares your broke 

You'd rather have Freddy and Jason come slit your throat 

In this life we live in, cash rules everything 

I'm married too my riches, fuck bitches and wedding rings 

Push the peddle to the metal while your still peddling 

Forever in the fast lane, never settling 

Get dough, sniff blow, get some more, get a O of some dro 

Blow some doe with my hoe 

You might see me at the MO MO with a thick chako 

I'm a giant robot, you Johnny Saco 

Stacking up my chips like Esay at King Taco 

Hot like tobasco like me, but you're not though 



Hoes they love to lick on my balls 

Drop to they knees and crawl like a dog 

All I know is getting that doe 

Getting that dough, getting that doe 



Hoes they love to lick on my balls 

Drop to they knees and crawl like a dog 

All I know is getting that doe 

Getting that dough, getting that doe 



I need my skrilla my frietos 

My fetty fetty fetty 

My cheddy cheddy cheddy 

But y'all aint even ready 

Like Speedy Gonzey lets chase the cheese fast 

Cash over ass, never in a rat trap, tote the gat for that 

Pockets stay lumpy, keep the pump with me 

Aint no punkin' me, murder in company 

Whip out the chrome for the block of provalone 

Or the limburger, screaming murda murda murda 

You, your crew, her, him, and them, all get clapped by E-S-H-A-M 



You might not be hungry like me 

All i know when out in these streets: 

G-E-T D-O-E 

Pay attention muthafucker, you dont know me 



You might not be hungry like me 

All i know when out in these streets: 

G-E-T D-O-E 

Pay attention muthafucker, you dont know me
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