Lyrics:
how They rock dog
Most of these niggas cutthroat
A cut cha throat and then f*** ya h*e
Best bet be solo with a lot of guns and a lot of Dope
Don't
nigga take flicks
Uhh, yeah, Junior M.A.F.I.A. clique
Chorus: Cheek Del Vec
One two y'all, you know I rock ya
Step in the realms of Junior M.A.F
A-a-a-a F me!
A-a-a-a F me!
A-a-a-a F me!
A-a-a-a F me!
Take you to my house,
Put you on my couch
Put this in your mouth
Then I'm going South
(Say
mother f***ers till we die in this life I lead
I ain't a killer but don't push me dog
For that family I'll send that a** straight to God
And in this
dynamite
I go to Ice box, bought a bunch of ice
Whip the dope in the pot
Like the Price Is Right
Money tall, no height
Big dog onboard just bite
Diamond
intelligence, grace - perfect with fluffy hair, adorable face
There's no better dog mutt-to-pedigree
We don't need papers, f the AKC
Some look like fried chicken,
Them niggas might goin run but them niggas can't hide
It's like shootin yourself, it's a - suicide
KLC rock the beat, hittin hard like burt
Niggas in
it, rock wit' it
Lean wit' it, rock wit' it
Lean wit' it, rock wit' it
I bounce in the club so the hoes call me Rocky
Posted in the cut, and I'm
it, rock wit' it
Lean wit' it, rock wit' it
Lean wit' it, rock wit' it
I bounce in the club so the hoes call me Rocky
Posted in the cut, and I'm
Why when it come down to yo bi*tches you be quick to cut them loose
-but when that dog ahh n*gga do you in you stick to him like glue ( Dummy )
You
man Swann, the buddah junkie
[Rock] When you come through the door, what do you see?
[Lidu Rock] Lidu Rock, Twany Ranks, and D-O-G
[Rock] If you come
nose
M.O.H., money over hoes
I got that H in front of the lil' boat
Got dog food and it's for the low
I'm with thoroughbreds standin' at the store
[Chorus: (Memphis Bleek)]
1, 2 why'all, you know I rock ya
Step in the rounds of the ROC mafia
1, 2 why'all, you know I stop ya
Dirty Get Low n**** we
say F.U.N.,
When they trippin, look them in the eye and say F.U.N.,
when they get the picture they might go for they gun,
they been hatin on me from day
[Chorus: (Memphis Bleek)]
1, 2 why'all, you know I rock ya
Step in the rounds of the ROC mafia
1, 2 why'all, you know I stop ya
Dirty Get Low n**** we
a f***in' felon
While beefin' with rookie cops the cookie rocks a n**** sellin'
Since a short I been livin' life defiant, nickel plated chrome
Got this
(Every time you talk)
You ain't nothin' but a dog
(Is a dog, is a dog, is a dog)
Back in high school this girl named Tracy
Used to do her best
a fall out
Had to x em out they won't right know what Im talking bout
When its bread on the line it tend to bring the dogs out
Running roun in the city
Let's go
You f*** with niggas man
Hell nah I gotta stay away
Cause niggas in the dam way
Telling on each other man
Gotta stay focus
Cause I only f
players, say we f'd up!
To all my women in the club, say we f'd up!
And if you're sipping on some, say we f'd up!
They didn't know what the crook say, we
a dog, ask them hoes about me
Call me Weezy F., bitch
I'm straight from the street
The dope game is sour
And the dope is sweet
I live in the towers
can't rock wit me if you ain't got the green we rollin in it
We got them 223's them glock 40's an We'll fold a b****
Lil momma bad as f*** I'll let her
**king Block Off!!
Knock your f**king block off and then record it on our nokia (in robot)
cnd now for a very special message!
Were gonnaaaa
Send em to the c
the day with my old dog Mo
C A7 Dm F7
Down an old dirt road
Bb G F Dm
What he's thinking lord I don't know
Bb
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