the sky Confused by the thoughts that stew in his mind Alone by the track on a Saturday night Gone to the dogs He stands and reflects Gone to the dogs
Übersetzung: Squeeze. Gone To The Dogs.
dont need security, this old nickel enough I came to ball wit ya'll, pop the bar and all So bitches call ya hoes, n niggaz call ya dogs If you love ya
I'ma rap 'til y'all all get sick of me And clutch my nuts sack and spit all who pick at me A pitt and rott mix, fuck the dogs you sic on me I'm sayin'
I'm staying on a mission Nigga, get yours hit the billboards and bust For Roger Troutman, we gone give it up, we gone throw it up [Chorus (2): Tray Deee
conversations Leavin' you pistol-whipped in the corner with abrasions Part of the contamination of Mind State Sleep in a dream, hopin it's gone when
know I'm fast in focus in case you haven't noticed Squeeze and blast them open as soon as the magnum open Yeah I told you man Uh, Cam gone make me a
to hit the target, and when I'm breakin that skin, ooh Travel through his heart, ricoch?t off the nearest bone Rip his insides up, shatter his spine, now I'm gone
This is for Deshawn, Eshlawn, Lil Mama, an her friends Lisa, Teresa, Maria, Tia, Lia and Kim I love y'all broads, no disrespect to my dogs But I love
jaw Metaphors started menopause in your moms before you were born Technically you don't even exist, God A flick of the wrist, you'll be gone Lost in limbo
I wanna move swift, but don't blow like John Gotty I'm something to watch, like the paparazzi Hard to copy, shock waves can't stop me Got dogs big as
Fresh] This is for Deshawn, Eshlawn, Lil Mama, an her friends Lisa, Teresa, Maria, Tia, Lia and Kim I love y'all broads, no disrespect to my dogs but
Baking soda kept the knees clean Narrow like a ravine [Incomprehensible] fell good news Last hole, green jacket worn, body in two Left by oh-no, soul been gone
Two eyes that surrender the call Might come, fire my anger and spoil the whole thing Not much fun when the pressure's on And your luck has gone but you squeeze
