Lyrics:
Daddy turning on the sprinkler
Us kids running through it in our underwear
Old dog napping on the front porch, his ear just a twitching
Fell asleep
the fliest one of all?)
Do ya thang, girl, fuck what they lookin' at
We, the dogs gettin' chased by the pussycat
West Coast baby, with so much gravy
You
scans, ain't no one claimin' yo mans
It's all pertaining to plan, call me the architect
Lap you in a UFO, I haven't started yet
Still gotta figure out
platinum on weddin' ring
Married to the game and a bad bitch chose
When I get signed, homie, I'ma buy a strap
Straight from the CIA, set it on my lap
food by the call
We Flippen the packs
We don't sell the sacks
Gotta a pack on our back
With the tech on the lap
we ready to spray
Don't be so afraid
I
on it
I saw you perform yeah, you put on a light show
I walk up in this bitch looking like a light show
got a team but I'm by myself ISO
killing shit
Daddy turning on the sprinkler
Us kids running through it in our underwear
Old dog napping on the front porch, his ear just a twitching
Fell asleep
handle biz
Lunchables and sandwiches
Dude dog be mad as shit
Visualize the shit I kick
Never heard of witnesses
Better make sure I'm innocent
18 shots at 3
He sounded disappointed "I hope not
" he prayed to himself he stared at her
Fly for a long time then slowly
He reached out and touched the Y
Formed by
"yeah that's true, but I'm not you're everyday swinger"
To tell you the truth, I'm a well known singer"
Plus I was cold coolin
40 dog in lap
Rings on my
a lap dog or a dead lion?
Tell me.
Tell me.
Tell me, is my name in your book?
Tell me, should I come back and take another look?
Tell me the truth,
the fire die by the flame
Happy I'm gone knowin' my son's gonna be the same
As his dough-diggy dog that
Who put his feelings on a pamphlet
A pen unleash
the fire die by the flame
Happy I'm gone knowin' my son's gonna be the same
As his dough-diggy dog that
Who put his feelings on a pamphlet
A pen unleash
to Oklahoma but all the money coming sooner (Uh)
Steady focused on the mil (Yea)
But I don't want to hear no rumors (Nah)
The under dog skated by ya, right by
the square
and the talk mad shit when the coast is clear
Yes, ladies and gentlemen
We've just completed the first lap
[Street Life]
Blood kin, knowledge,
snatchin' pound, by all means snatch cream
Tear your ass out of town
As we near the final lap
Team Wu-Tang seems to be buildin'
A sizable lead
like a dogs bark
I could draw the line you'll be quick to your feet thats a false start (false start)
Take it back to the top of the song way back where
I'm topping on Forbes
And my dogs got stripes and they not been to war
And I'm really making hits give a fuck about awards
I said come and get your
these nights and I call that splurging. California plates but the license is for this working. Calibrated by vices and what I worship. Southernplayalistik
Hop up out the whip
Money come in rubber bands
Pop out like i'm vick
All my dogs wit me
Case we in the mix
You know how its sticky
When niggas poppin
Takin' out the excess mess yes let's it poppin' y'all,
Am I fazed by em not at all,
Cause haters don't know dick if they don't posses the cock n balls,
going to kill you
Slowly I turn, step by step, through the back window I crept
Silent as a mouse on the set while everybody in the house slept
I
the clique
All the triflin' bitches in my hood smoked moes
And all the gangsta ass niggas rode vogues
Drop Monty Carlos, El Dogs and Caddy Coups
Firin' up
the clique
All the triflin' bitches in my hood smoked moes
And all the real gangsta ass niggas rode vogues
Drop Monty Carlos, El Dogs and Caddy Coups
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