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friends and me
We'd play all day with Sally J.
The girl from number four
Very soon I begged her won't you keep me company
Oo hoo oo hoo
Oo hoo oo hoo
friends and me
We'd play all day with Sally J.
The girl from number four
Very soon I begged her won't you keep me company
Oo hoo oo hoo
Oo hoo oo hoo
the old days
there's so much that I learnt from the old ways
Another kid fokken raised by the 80?s
Kytie, Kytie, jy was nie net 'n mytie
I was raised by
just enough room to cram the drums
In the corner over by the dodge
It was a fifty-four

With a mashed up door
And a cheesy little amp
With a sign
The last day of school was the first of June
Me and Bobby watched the clock all afternoon
Waitin' for the bell and Mrs. Greer
To say, "Have a good
I work at the Big Star on old 405
I make 6 bucks an hour
And I work steady nights
Well it might not be much
But it's all I need
In that little
That's what she thinks

She says that I drink way too much
Get a little buck wild now and then
Going to call all my friends
She says that I
think his baby's mom is smoking cause she always broke

And the young girls is dressing more and more sleazy
And everybody and their momma talking bout
was you 

I ain't sayin' I'm a knowitall 
But something sure should have tipped you off 
When he said, "Hey baby can I bum a couple bucks for gas,"
that the joint was dipped
That's right
OG's joining the nation and it's all good
Big G's is retaliating cause they enemies are crossed out the hood
that the joint was dipped
That's right
OG's joining the nation and it's all good
Big G's is retaliating cause they enemies are crossed out the hood
her she my main girl, main dog, that's my name, Paul

[DJ Paul]
Now I can't say that I love her, but I got some love for her
She showed me, she was
or you goin' tell on me?
Shit it's all cool, cause it was all good
It's just another day in Doggy Dogg's neighborhood
You better watch your girl, cause
hump the bed sometimes on her, you know what I mean?
Word, those days man, those, those were the good old days right there G
That shit was fun,
know what I mean?
Word, those days man, those, those were the good old days right there G
That shit was fun, lunchroom, see in the lunchroom, you know
now to have you a child
Cause y'all been together for a long long while
Everything good now but when the shit turn foul
Somebody fin' to go buck wild
niggaz they had no car?
Me and my cousin's young bucks riding bikes
Spending the nights talking about girls that we like
Fist fights city lights trying
you got the money from
Two years ago you was nothing but a young buck
Now you're rollin with a roughneck troop
Looking for kids to recruit to your
your mouth and got into it with some real ass niggaz
You landed in the "M" and saw your life was in ruins
By the way nigga, how your collarbone doing?
for a week
My girls trippin' and we gettin' searched by the heat
On top of that my merks guy rips this blind 
Worst part I thought I was a pack
Buck 65-Square 3


[intro]
Music to be murdered by
It is mood music in a juggular vein and I hope you like it
Our record requires only the simplist
[Verse One:] 
 When I was five years old I realized there was a road 
 At the end I will win lots of pots of gold 
 Never took a break never made
When I was five years old I realized there was a road
At the end I will win lots of pots of gold
Never took a break, never made a mistake
Took
fun, no one could ever take the place of it

[Wayniac]
Who woulda thought when we was young this would be,
the same old click that ran around in
And when she see me no attempt to speak
So like a good bitch
I make the example
'Baby, how you been?'
Half an hour later we in the car fuckin' like old