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Now, the years went by and his girl was wed
His family gave him up for dead
But now and then the natives would say
They'd seen him runnin'
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Now, the years went by and his girl was wed
His family gave him up for dead
But now and then the natives would say
They'd seen him runnin'
you know how talkin'
On a Sprint feel 40 bang on him
I give him that Shawn Kemp feel
How the dog house in ya backyard got a
Backyard and you strugglin'
(Sorry man, I can't help you out dog) Quarter?
Something man? (Yeah I only got enough for like cigarettes and shit man)
Alright man, I see how it is (I'm
there and wait for his head to explode
Play, "Mystery Train" for Mr. Mystery
The man who fell down dead like a rootless tree
Play it for the Reverend,
[Dre Dog]
ooh, here comes the sickest and the illest of them all
(what's your name boy) they call me Dre Dog
the coke snortin, chewy smokin
When me'd a run town with mi gun inna mi short jeans
You deh a country a plant greens
So you wan' war bad man now?
By all means, when you ready,
stop (The bigger I shoot)
I said they treat me like a slave
Cah' me black
Woi, we feel a whole heap of pain
Cah' we black
And man a say they put me in
you could fuck wit Miguel I gotta code tho, split him
Look at your girl dead in her eyes and say "Fuck Dorothy dog"
I'm toto dissin'
But at this moment,
gets me bent
[Dre Dog]
i should buy a cemetery and get much bigger (why?)
and make money off you dead ass niggas (hahahaha)
but fool you don't hear
gets me bent
[Dre Dog]
i should buy a cemetery and get much bigger (why?)
and make money off you dead ass niggas (hahahaha)
but fool you don't hear
And I got shooters that'll shoot
When you live by the gun, you live by them rules (this how I'm feelin', man)
If you ever did me wrong, no sympathy
need no help
Me do this one all by my lonely, I don't need fifteen of my homies
When I see you, I'm seeing you, me and you only
We never met, but best
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
screwface
The cold is getting to him, don't hurt 'em, it's too late
Yeah, he just a dude with a dream
That been quashed by a system, wasn't built to succeed
leave 'em dead with my eyes closed
Me and the outlaws outlining the 5-0's
And body chalk and contacting the Pirus
Set the city on fire
Any opposition get
of a master
You never thought you'd be bodied by a bastard
A bachelor who backspin on breakbeats
Break necks of broke souls who hate me
Hate he? you can't
hands
Just did a stick-up, just got picked up
One dead punk, killed by the man
New York New York big city of dreams
And everything in New York
dead
(Wait, wait)
Wait
Deadweight
Y'all tried man y'all tried
(Ugh)
But I'm sick and tired of y'all tryin
(Yeah)
I am the law and that's final
(Ugh)
(erroneously?) identified as
the grandson of the last czar of Russia (Robert was dead serious about
this man's identity and never changed his story.). Gene and I
like Dr. Miami
Dead riding out, I'm sat in a cabbie one runner that was looking like a tramp in an alley
If man wants war, tell a man sure, like Luke
shit up louder
Im naughty by nature so guard your grill when im around
Im cool as a ice cube still the wickedest man alive
Streets is a motherfucker cash
Wassup man
Look, this for my people
You heard me my dog
Man I miss my dog
My dog know I miss him to
But I feel it man
I feel them all in my heart
To Violent J's dick, to Blaze's Dick, try to grope us wit they paws
Goddamn hound dogs!
[Chorus:]
"Bow wow wow yippe yo yippe yay"
"Hound dogz ain't
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