Lyrics:
Knuckleheads spreadin' gossip all over town
Every time I drive by you're just standin' around
Hundred-bottles in your pocket, forty-dog in your
Dog's already home
Jack, dog I'm a beast, I'm a wolf
Bring your dogs back
A melody man in a melancholic mellow yellow can
Sh', tell him how we gonna
bet we got some
Bustas discuss us, niggas poppin' all the Ying-Yang
Still the Dogg Pound Gang (DPG, Man)
Beats still funky, Beats by the Pound in
it, after that swallow it
Stand by baby where you at huh?
Raise ya hand high
You dont suck, what? that's a damn lie
Got red rye my man ride my fam
seen the proof
Watch them ah sing bout gun dog, weh them never use
Baby mother say them broke, cause she fucking fi shoe
New year new opps Puppy smoke
2 gun man same intension coulda swear them ah clone
Tracer bullet from the nines come at you like brimstone
Tear skin
motherfuckin' man
Call baretta's on my dog, nigga's get sweated for they shit
If all a law enforcement, nigga's get deaded for that shit
Thought you was a street
these kind of men who piss in bottles and fire guns into the bay
So I asked my husband
What kind of man pisses in a bottle on a boat and then throws
he moves too fast
So it looks like I'm gone' have to kill the dog
There's a dog deep down in my head
And he's not even phased by what I said
He's hard
While I'm surrounded by bitches with guns and sex toys
Blind love for money, head, and warm steel
Coke off the boat wrapped in banana peels
Life's so
the Gun
By high school I was so gone
So drawn by the battle
I would get a pass, spit a punch little line
Let a little lunch fly get to class
Now there's no
man, Franchise want in
[Verse 1]
I love niggaz who talk drama till the gun is stuck in they face
Screaming for they mama,
left with three in
a dog a bone
I'm still down to sell crack
Out a fiends home
God bless the child with a flawless flow
Say gave a nigga the talent to push blow
Like a pimp
by some animals
My favorite gun named Jeffrey Dahmer he eat you like cannibal
We used to starve and steak to eat living environment terrible
Man who
like to slide felt that I slipped
and the gun's only helpin' the clip
And the clip's only helpin' my hand
And like who the fuck is helpin' your man
the street
With the dog and the sign dey beware
Man ah top tier
Thru mi rev up them ends
Like sport and mi shift way the gear
Man ah top tier
Big up man
it's easy for me to understand
How you could just kill a man
[Chorus]
I'd rather be judged by twelve
Than carried by the six
My gun ain't on my
for me to understand
how you could just kill a man
[Chorus]
I'd rather be judged by twelve
Than carried by the six
My gun ain't on my man
The Braniac, the theory be conspiracy
Keep my eye on the birdie, but never get my hands dirty
Verbally call the Maniac and his attack dogs
Signing contracts
to
Bounce baby bounce or boot up bitch
Where dey at get the gat first
I got's to take a piss
I'm a Magnolia Man, a Calio King
I'm servin' boo-koo dog hoes
this like gangstas
Dog, I'll kidnap your little man and send you to the banker
That money get dropped off, so do he
Right off the booth of his mama'
I don't touch dog hoes, dog hoes got fleas
I'm from wear they rock ski masks
And nobody rides skis
Every time I spit a verse my city like preach
And nigga raised by the rat's roaches
Real youngen holdin coke
State they gave my man life
Feds they gave my man 10
Messin with this dirty game feel like
I'm
Still down with the fat joint
And only getting bigga
Respect to my man JMK with the zigga
Dog eat dog
What we gotta say we could hit this jam in
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