Lyrics:
eye
You're starting to discover it's a great big lie
They work you like a dog til you quit or you die
But you can't quit cause Jackie needs
[Dre] Yeah, what up Detroit
[Snoop] Nah-uh nah –uh no he didn't (ah) They didn't do it again.
W-what w-what You shit on these niggas two times dr.
happy baby, over and over again
I'm waitin' for the phone call, but it just don't ring
I'm lookin' for a letter or a sign from heaven or anything
parts with his parts out, and
Then he just laid his shit down
And it was great by then went to
'Ye house, played it for him, he
Was like, 'cool' wayne
rag drop, and the west had it locked
Everybody doing 'em, I'm still scratchin on the block
Like "damn, I'ma be a failure"
Surrounded by thugs, drugs,
pound (aye)
On the way to smash yo girl you know I'm gon pound (hey)
Cuz we got the juice
Cuz we got the juice
Gone and roll it by the pound
Boy I need
when they saw the dogs
Had them like, oh my God, he brought a his squad, call the law
Well Tell them Pussy Cat Niggas
Its a Doggy Dog world
And all in
down the boulevard
Do no wrong i can do no wrong
You know i do it all
I’m the only motherf****r in here who can pull it off
I don’t lose my dog don’t
understand perfection
My nigga T-Dubb expressed himself
Oh yes he did
Now it's time for the DJ to put his bid in
Ya thinkin' he's mixin' the mix
Well your ass
poppin' this molly it got me erotic uh
I'm poppin' this molly it got me erotic then I just down it with water uh
Poppin' the molly again uh now I'm feelin'
Dog days of summer, the heat makes us meaner by the hour
We couldn't listen except to the sound of the teeth clacking in our heads
We couldn't listen
congratulations
My feet hurt (why) kuz that was what we using
This ain't drive by but there was plenty shootin
I ain't been a trucker but this semi movin
Why he
Old MacDonald he made us work
But then he paid us for what it was worth
Another tank of gas and back on the road again
Me and you and a dog named
don't gotta home
Rollin' down all alone
Just moving along
Oh, like a stray dog
I don't wanna home
The sun sets past the bend
And I probably won't see it
Christmas cookies are ham biscuits he fried
No stockings by his fire, just his ole cattle dog Gus
A glass raised to his maker that's a cowboy Christmas
dog trainer, dog trainer
I said I'm sorry but I don't regret it
If I could go back in time I'd do it again
I said I'm sorry but I don't regret it
If I
he always understands
I love that dog
And on those days when it feels
Like I haven’t a friend
He’s so glad to see me
That he wags his whole back end
I’m big willie, no bike gear
I told you bitches last year I’m a rap bitch nightmare
That’s why I call you Buzz Lightyear
’Cause by the time you start
so you won't get back to ya crib
Break ya wrist, never scratch you never wreck it again
Take a risk never steal from Steele and Tek again
Take
he's fakin' it, I bet you
I bet he probably just wants to see how upset you would get
I'll go handle this ,of course, unless you object"
"Ah, go fuck
again
There once was a man
Who lived in Spokane
With his wife and his dog
Years passed by
And I won't make you cry
You can read all about it in his blog
saying
he always got the loud pack that's got me choking again
(cough) I'm straight with it, and yeah I'm kinda high but I hold it all together like
is yo friend
Mail Bakari and maybe you and him can get together
And tell like it is again
It's over man, I hope you brought your novacain
I know
slow.
Fuck me like you want it. Hittin' every little organ by her stomach.
Stop back up, bitch who the fuck keep you cummin'.
[Daz]
And you
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