Get Doe

By Esham

On Repentance

Released on November 18, 2003

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[Intro]

Meanwhile, back in the Eastside


[Chorus 1]

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)


[Verse 1]

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 weddin' rings

Push the peddle to the metal while your still peddlin'

Forever in the fast lane, never settlin'

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 chaco

I'm a giant robot, you Johnny Socko

Stacking up my chips like Esay at King Taco

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


[Chorus 2]

Hoes they love to lick on my balls

Drop to they knees and crawl like a dog

All I know is gettin' that doe

Gettin' that doe, gettin' that doe

Hoes they love to lick on my balls

Drop to they knees and crawl like a dog

All I know is gettin' that doe

Gettin' that doe, gettin' that doe


[Verse 2]

I need my skrilla, my frietos, my fetty fetty fetty

My cheddy cheddy cheddy, but y'all ain't 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

Ain't no punkin' me, murder in company

Whip out the chrome for the block of provalone

Or the limburger, screamin' murda murda murda

You, your crew, her, him, and them

All get clapped by E-S-H-A-M


[Chorus 3]

You might not be hungry like me

All I know when out in these streets: G-E-T D-O-E

Pay attention motherfucker, you don't 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 motherfucker, you don't know me