Lyrics:
and they missed, bitch
Ain't had no luck
We gon' get back in the Corolla
556 hit a Tahoe, flip it over
He think it's a brick but I hit it with soda
Drywall
shots and everybody gon scat
Where ya dogs where ya friends
You back alone once again
If it's meant to be you won't walk again
Fucking with them same ol'
a fuck boy) for sure
Pull up to the block and then wet it up (grat, grat)
Pull up to your property, wet it up (brr, brr)
My bitch just said he down so
A real caravan, just like the one in their dreams
The gypsy doesn't want it for nowadays it seems
His home stays in one place and gleams
He told them that
fronting MC, I hate to cap
You make hit records and you still can't rap
I said it before, I'll say it again
You don't belive me, ask your fans
When I
that, but he's broke
He's so stagnant, he knows when he goes back to this mobile home
That's when it's back to the lab again, yo, this whole rhapsody
that, but he's broke
He's so stagnant, he knows when he goes back to this mobile home
That's when it's back to the lab again, yo, this whole rhapsody
ten
Looks like you're both getting walked by the dog again
In too deep this time?
Where do you draw the line
"You've never been sure" you ask
For more
Jungle ride, jungle ride tell me when it ends.
Oh here she comes round again, here she comes round again,
Here she comes round again, here she comes,
complain 'bout things I do
When times get tough - he'll see me through it all
Who needs you - Gonna get me a dog
Gonna get me a dog - One who loves to play
off a pack of dogs
If anyone watching, even a relative
Made a sound, kill them for the hell of it
This was every day, not the exception
The science
before I knew it
I couldn’t even make out a word that she was speaking
Shortly there after she showed a little cleavage
And the booty started melting dog
before I knew it
I couldn’t even make out a word that she was speaking
Shortly there after she showed a little cleavage
And the booty started melting dog
until they share his fate
A dog genocide I will create
They think I can be stopped
That tractor driver will be cropped
He won't be the last
I'm haunted by
mad
You know they is out talking shit
You know we out here yea we getting lit
He run out his mouth but he is a bitch
I gotta get all of this bread dog
emotional?
Well fuck it, I'm the one to blame then
So earlier I was like, "Where Cass' at?"
CoVID-19, I was tryin' to check his
Temp' before he came in
Niggas
out the way (skrrt)
Can't you see the dogs don't play? (Bah)
Woof-woof that bite anyway
Back up and stay away (grrt)
Fling him in the boot, he's
a chorus line, it's a chorus line
It's a chorus line, it's a chorus line
Yo, Tim Dog, bust your rhyme
Yo, man it's the man himself
The motherfuckin'
a day before the shit
And he wanted to talk to me again
Now I will never know what he wanted to say to me
If I say my dog's in Heaven that would be
to busy I never play fetch
He don't run when them dogs bark
Situation got sticky he got him a check
Don't take it personal I'm handling business
Don't make
the weed spot, my pockets go broke
We high, we high, we high, we high (say it again)
Ain't nobody fucking with my dogs
I keep the hammer on side of me
There he goes again.
She had a cat and a dog named Blue
(My traveling star, my traveling star).
A big old stove and a fireplace, too
(Old road
away
Let the Sleepin' Dog's Lie
Hide in the shadow of the cross
And pass it on by by by
You'll here Him say
The battle is mine
Take hold of my hand
again dip 'em again
Though, a boy they call Willie Raygen
And a ganja boat him hiding
Immigration man, dem find him
But, ganja, he tried to hide it
But,
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