Lyrics:
getting this fetti
We in the Chevy and ready to pop tags in
[Chorus:]
So whatever you tryna do lil niggas I already done
And since you wanna live by
after three days, god damn what a prick
Now you're smokin' cigarettes in the New England fog
And I'm not gonna lie you make me sick as a dog
Not gonna lie
if I die in your arms tonight
Need to be by you night and day
I'm dreaming about it wide awake
It's alright if I die in your arms tonight
It's
so the dogs can't smell 'em c'mon
Brown paper bag (thank god for that)
Brown paper bag (yo Khaled I'm so focused homie I can see clearly now you
You dnt wanna see me pissed off
Get pissed on
Get pistol whipped wit the back of the AR arm
By myself
I dnt need a army I already been crossed
No
Crazy about my baby because she's so dog gone good
When I get home after a long hard day
She's there waiting makes everything okay
Yeah man this songs called big simpin'
It's kind of like big pimpin'
But the opposite of that, JG talk to em
This ones for all my dogs out their
Where would I be without my dogs
No wonder why when times get hard
'Cause it ain't easy being who we are
Driven by my ambitions, desire higher
to me
Where would I be without my dogs
No wonder why when times get hard
Cause it ain't easy being who we are
Driven by my ambitions, desire higher
up in the morning every day and choose violence
And I know that it's wrong, but it's dog eat dog here
Tryna do right, but it's been such a long year
the inception, the art
Of hip-hop was born
The rap game was formed
From niggas that's dead broke, sell drugs, bear arms
Against all odds
And argue all day
for day 2
Day 3
Day 4
Got material for days dog
I am the one that don’t play dog
This ain’t a joke I don’t want play war
Give you a hand and you take
play in Dallas, tear it up, Troy Aikman
In a world of bad bitches, don't pass them by the car hating
Box of soda, red and gold (red and gold)
Arm
Play O-Dog in Menace and drive-by men
Real gangsters keep a bitch in the wheel, workin' the gas tank
Hoes on the strip, bringin' that cash in
Think
on the wall
You can run, you can hide, ain't no way to survive
Cause I'm up and I'm alive till the day that I die
I'm the big dog, I'm the leader of the game
We pop, we brawl, gettin' money til the day we fall
Double barrel shotgun (blaow), pop son
I told nigga, just not run
I saw him on 205th in
We pop, we brawl, gettin' money til the day we fall
Double barrel shotgun (blaow), pop son
I told nigga, just not run
I saw him on 205th in
I'm met by grace
Until I'm found in Your embrace
Oh how fast I'll run to the arms of my Father
The arms of my Father
Gone are the days where
safe by your side
I always will keep you with me
My Pa, my Pa, please don't go soon
Your arms, your arms, your arms
you made me lifted high
I always feel
And you're always by my side
Puttin' up with foolish pride
When the day to day fiascoes
Only multiply
You're the heart, you're the soul
When the world
extinct
But since the beginning of time it's been men with arms fighting
Lost lives in the Towers and Pentagon, why then?
Must it go on, we must stop
doesn't even come close to describing how I feel.
Day five, I'm sick as a dog, but this handful of painkillers
and a lotta whiskey's gonna get me through.
The static climbs
I'm a working dog
Without a farm
I'll do my best to keep you
Out of harm's way
Without a job, I'll chew my arm
Without a job, I'll chew my
thank you for another day
For livin' life on the edge and I'm tryin' to break it
Tired of duckin' the Feds, but it's a struggle to make it
So this
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