Lyrics:
All they talk about is dollars
You ain't talkin' to man, holla!
Two doors in the air
And if you celebrating put your cups in the air
Let me see your
I talk that talk I walk that walk
I drop your top and surround you with chalk
Expanded my stock by extending my glock
My guns be like females it
now, man
Ten years in this motherfuckin' dog for a murder I ain't commit
See what I'm sayin'? Real talk, this is real nigga shit
Dog don't say, niggas
dog but have man a ball
That’s why dem push di K and di Hell sing suh hard
And police kill aff ghetto yutes like dog
Or drag dem a jail an give dem
yet
I'm not dead yet
I'm a mad dog fighting with the wall against my back
You better get a bigger gun I'm not dead yet
I've been machine-gunned
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
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
as your coffin off in the ground
Family man, look at your kids orphans now
Used to just smack rappers, I'm extorting 'em now
Taking all that's supporting
defend it now yuh know
Mi just decide fi rub out from old dog to crow
Chat bout machine yuh tink a same ting mi sew
Guns dem save up from it nah Vietnam
arrogant
That money was staggering
They locked me PC with them trannies and rat
Man that shit was embarrassing
Twenty three hours in the cell by myself
Man
next batter
I don't need no approval for poodles 'cause I'm a fool dog
Get to fighting in clubs and swing with pool balls
Shorty raw, walking by I
there man (That's that rich kid)
That's Rich Kid, what's up dog (What up P man, ya know)
What's happenin' (What's up, pass the dank man let cha' boy hit
niggas left
I move by myself I don't need no help
You get beat by my hands you can keep the belt
Man I swear I'm so hot make these bitches melt
I swear my
on the creep down by Vick's weed spot(So what! )
Made a U-ey up the hill plus a change of plans
I had to hurry back so I could warn my man
Ya had me stressin
dogs are off their fucking leashes
I got an unlucky baker's dozen of bullets that I could tease with
The gun is muzzled, but my dogs are off their
need a cape (cape)
Lil' mama's head supreme (straight up)
But I'm still rockin' this Bape (on God)
All I know is two guns, nigga
If you a plate, you
your mans and shoot.
Yuh
Mans wont tell no lies cus' mans got ties like
tying his shoes.
Imma go buy be a dog and name him red because I don't fuck
as your coffin off in the ground
Family man, look at your kids orphans now
Used to just smack rappers, I'm extorting 'em now
Taking all that's supporting
soda
Liquor, hand gun, bible, all delivered to your sofa
Celebrate another That's That
You deserve it man, you put some miles on that Snap Chat
'Cause
knives to guns, from the rich to the slums
We ran out of dope, I don't think so, son
While I be gunned by a mark from the enemy park
From daylight
who gon' tell yo mother, her baby's under a cover in the morgue
Stiff as a log, sniffed out by the dogs
Son of a hard headed nigga that wouldn't
to Kobe beat down
That's how you know I'm the man in this bitch
You know who killed your mans
So why you playin' in this bitch?
Soon as dog on side us
Like
gun for me huh
What you gone do what you gone do
Send JPays to comfort me huh
What you gone do only need you to
Take care of my son for me man
What you
me, repping QBC is a place when is cold out
Niggaz go all out
Make the dogs bark, you know nigga the gunz spark
Drama we into, and bring it to you
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