for my dogs, this is for my dogs This is for my dogs, this is for my dogs This is for my dogs, this is for my dogs This is for my dogs my niggaz My
Übersetzung: Drag-On. Für meine Hunde.
: (feat. Drag-On) [Eve (Drag-on)] Ugh (Come on, uh) Uh-huh (Flame on, uh, come on, uh) Uh-uh-uh-uh (Flame on, uh, come on, uh) Yo, yo (uh, uh) [Eve
hit the streetz we cop 56 mo gramz Y'all niggaz ain't messin wit scrams And that's [Drag-On] (come on, come on, come on,) Boy, whats the difference
: [Swizz] Uhh, yeah yeah yeah Yo yo, come on Come on Eve, Swizz Beats Drag-On baby [chorus Swizz]4x We want y'all to move right now [Drag-On] Break
: [Drag-On] Uh, come on Uh, uh, uh, come on Come on, come on When Drag finger foreman I don't ever wanna get off Skip three, count to ten Ref. Griffin
test failed Got parole on us, then wanna roll on us I'm at my momma crib sleep, who told on us? I'm sick to death, I'm on fire in the streets Like in
in heat. I'm burnin'...burnin' for revenge my hands clinched with my emotions is takin' over the physically hurtin' you again, watchin' your crib, watchin' who comes through for
: (feat. Drag-On, Eve) [Swizz] Uhh, yeah yeah yeah Yo yo, come on Come on Eve, Swizz Beats Drag-On baby [chorus x4: Swizz] We want y'all to move right
of the day They chased him through brambles They chased him through the fields They'd chased him for ever But the fox would not yield And some saw her shadow On
Gettin bent, but shit I deserve to eat I hit the blunt for my bad broads Hit a shot from the 4's for my dead dogs, pull off like, fuck the world, I don
drags off the honey-dip Now what you talkin? You see my gold fronts sparkin? Ain't tryin to hear what you dogs be barkin Read the headline, that was blast on
s a quarter full moon, now I ride with my swoon Well groomed, dance hall packed, full room Lady move, peep my glide, peep my zoom Keep in stride, smoke
, put it on my #1 grave, 'cause I'm a stand-up true thugsta in a league of my own. The city of Thieves is my home, and I don't trust nann nigga. My mentality
LS's here I appear on piers with my peers The Imperial like margerin, I'm butter Yes like Bel-Air Common Sense: Lookin' at my fake Gucci, it's about
shot lose your hip I hope your shoes fit for this move and pick My avalanche, it came with 10 feet of snow I'm cold blooded, my fam half Eskimo My flows
Not good from far 90 miles per hour down Compton Boulevard With the top down, screaming we don't give a f-ck Drink my 40 ounce of freedom while I roll my
Good googily goo Look what the cat dragged in The mack's back in, we snap crack in We got the jokes for you Uh, look who the Hump bumped into The old
