Lyrics:
Meow-meow-meow-meow
We might have to sample that for the album
Hahaaaaa the cat album by the dog
Meow the Jewels meow-meow-meow-meow
Meow-meow-meow-meow
with
If you scared, by dog, release the four by fours
I heard the fagot-a** Don died, and he s*** in his drawers
On the streets, black; good like
to follow, from 'Hooter' to Doodyville
Though I saw them all, I can't recall which cartoon was real
The coon-skin caps, Yankee bats, the Hound Dog man's
a few to get
Those who used to be wid me like,
Hope that boy ahead and he fall
Sick ah hearin' from they dogs,
Man you need some beats from Paul
Never
it off, quick they get clipped and tossed
Signed to HOV, want you want dog, his bitch a boss
Reeled in by a Harlem girl, you got him girl
Treat him
Big honking gun make his ass do the cancan
Drum hanging off like American Bandstand
I been done whatever the fuck your mans can't
Flinstones mode
Man, man look up at the sky
All the stars man the stars is beautiful tonight
Look at 'em
Ghetto superstar, that is what you are
Comin' from afar
I used to walk around with it and risk gettin' knocked
I bought a fresh box of bullets from Old Man Sam
Wanted to shoot a nigga so bad it was itchin'
Aye say K.T.
I remember bra'
Standing out ten of us
Flip a bird split it up
Antenna stickin' up
For crooked cop patrollin'
If the red dog
Ole Louisiana Lou had a knife in his shoe was dealin?
A hand of cards and ole Stagger Lee Crocket had a gun in his pocket
Was sweatin' bettin' hard
snobby little pig snot nose
You think you're hot shit cause you're in heat
Well, bitch, if you're solar, then I'm your polar opposite, dog
Cause I'm
You see me walking down the street,
And I start to cry,
Each time we meet
Walk on by (Just walk on by)
Walk on by (Just walk on by)
Make believe, by
(Blackman)
(Don't sell out)
(Nigga, you ain't nothin but the white man's dog)
(Don't sell out)
(Blackman)
(Don't sell out)
(Nigga, you ain't nothin but
like a phone in
A theater and make you silent
Queen Eva will defeat ya by depleting
You energy, so back up, dog
Ryan the Conjurer will abolish
You
don't you try to play dumb
Live by the gun, then you die by the gun
Pick a side boy this shit not really fun
I can’t get mad at my past, what I had done
man in a foreign V, emblem on the door and seats
Either you a hustler or a thief
All I needed was a quarter ki'
In the corner, me and my dog
we throw on that Marvin Gaye shit
Got two black burners, that'll melt your facelift
Memory foam muffle the sound of the gun blast
My clan bring heat
conversation
This gun talk diolauge, I spit fire dog
Murder for hire dog until I retire dog
You want to lock horns with 2 thou., make sure your physically fit
[Hook: x2]
So many snake ass niggas, who's to trust
Trustin' one of these niggas will get my head bust
I trust in my dog and my gun cause them
to a funzone.
Let's go¨c¨clet's go to a funzone.
Heads up in the sky and all the animals are waiting
for the big show for tonight
Fat man calls my name,
Living in a World of Insanity
3rd Bg Voice: What’s up with u Dog man I’m Trying to Live”
Bg: We’re Living in a World of Insanity
“Living in A World”
1st
interrupted by a doorbell
3:52, who the hell is this?
I gets up quick, cocks my shit
Stop the dogs from barkin', then proceed to walkin'
Its a face that I
up by raw dudes I'm bringing me all through
Better be Eating If somebody call food
Packs of that dog food had me and Dee living right up in Marlboro
nobody
Stick to myself, I'm the one who got me
Can't have fun unless the gun in the party
Love my city, but these niggas be wildin'
Dior boy, been
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