Lyrics:
a Rottweiler boy I got a bulldog and that bitch gone buss
Niggas be rawraw, I ain't with the jawjaw man these niggas be sus
I'm off the chain like a Rottweiler
If you come calling
He'll be mauling with intent to maim
Don't knock on my door
If you don't know my Rottweiler's name
Well, he's dreaming about
Yeah, check it
I tell you (no lie) bitch nigga you (gon' die - kill or be killed!)
Or get bodied just because you (walked by - nigga be still!)
'Fore
cracks the puzzle's code
And infact since slick chaps
Have bummed me clothes
We're trailblazin' a lit path by jungle's glow
So with a spliff...
I sit back
[Black Rob - almost mumbling]
They said that I'm a Rottweiler
And I'm from the Rottweiler house, the Rottweiler New York
[G-Dep]
Really, get
[Black Rob - almost mumbling]
They said that I'm a Rottweiler
And I'm from the Rottweiler house, the Rottweiler New York
[G-Dep]
Really, get
[Black Rob - almost mumbling]
They said that I'm a Rottweiler
And I'm from the Rottweiler house, the Rottweiler New York
[G-Dep]
Really, get
it right
Don't make a ass outta yourself, by assumin
My music keeps you movin, what are you provin?
You know that I'm two levels above you baby
Hug
it right
Don't make a ass outta yourself, by assumin
My music keeps you movin, what are you provin?
You know that I'm two levels above you baby
Hug
to your town
And don't be shame-faced, baby, 'cause it ain't no thang
I won't tell if you won't tell that you done rode the train
ROTTWEILER:
So don't try
Soon as spring break ho's home from college want to fuck us
I ain't here to drop knowledge on you suckas
I'll sick rottweiler's on you fuckas, cops
Soon as spring break ho's home from college want to fuck us
I ain't here to drop knowledge on you suckas
I'll sick rottweiler's on you fuckas, cops
bitches is, boy they all basic
This ain't no lil' dog shit, this a rottweiler
Big dawg status, boy, I'm not no small timer
Play both sides and get hit by
see you licked down, laying by the
That's the sound of the police
And the badges on their chest be the mark of the beast
Fuck the police man, I
Caught him broad day (JUST BROAD DAY)
Im mellow not today
Money mixin with my problems
Bout my b**** I do not play
Klayson Tommy by his hip
Like my bro in
I ain't gettin' caught up
But that's hell over hot water
Hard bottoms for the hot lava
Top dollar for the top shotta
Gold chains on Rottweilers
Gold
the ocean you just a guppy
Nigga don’t run out of luck cause you lucky
My niggas Rottweilers you just a puppy
Your bitch she saw me and she tried to fuck me
I
to walk around it
I could be like Clever keep that stick by my side
If I keep that roddy with me, you won't be rich when you die
Cause' to me it's like
Yeah, yeah
By 5 minutes
By 5 minutes
5 minutes she'll be suckin' dick
By 5 minutes she'll be takin' pics
By 5 minutes she'll be on my click
the ocean you just a guppy
Nigga don't run out of luck cause you lucky
My niggas Rottweilers you just a puppy
Your bitch she saw me and she tried to fuck me
of a master
You never thought you'd be bodied by a bastard
A bachelor who backspin on breakbeats
Break necks of broke souls who hate me
Hate he? you can't
late night raving, bay vibes making, great high space ting, sail by tail spin, bare style snake skin, hair style stay trim, hear spice ""hail king"" hear
Rottweiler blood's got me changing
Feeling like a dog left in the sun
Rotten excuse for a boyfriend, never should have said I could be one
Now you're moving
the water
They gonna think you a lobster, nigga (gang)
Uh
I just dropped a kit, you dropped out of school
These hoes wanna be famous 'til they make
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