Lyrics:
cleared, I see my man was dead
And the cops on the corner
Then a muthafucka fled the scene
It's gotta be a dream yo I'm buggin'
I stood up the scene
Lookin'
alive
Open the dead roll balls
Now this dead man walking parking million dollar cars
It's slavery, hard labor, catch the feel
Redneck on the hearse
the city up
As if the sun had the night shift
And paint the town red for my nigga found dead too soon
(Bitch, I'm back out-)
Yeah
To the left of that
No nightmares we seen too many dead bodies
I lost a dog he tried to cross me like he Kyrie
That's ok Im acting stupid to his nonsense
Better be lucky
How the fuck did we get so cool man?
Never ever disrespect my crew
If ya fuck with Wu, we gots ta fuck witchu
Y'all dogs better guard ya grills,
Alright, before we get it started
Before we did 'smoke two joints', that was Jack from the Toys
And that song 'Rivers Of Babylon'
Was written by
Alright, before we get it started
Before we did 'Smoke two joints', that was Jack from the Toys
And that song 'Rivers Of Babylon'
Was written by
biggest fan, girl, this ain't cap
K-Pop, man, they a bunch of clowns
'Cause my baby girl got that hot dog crown
You're the hot dog queen
I'm the hot dog
I'm with my dogs like everyday
Im getting pay-yay-yay-aid
Im getting pay-yay-yay-aid
I'm with my dogs like everyday
Getting this money we trynna get
to your mans
I don't do the Twitter rants
Brand new Desert Eagle, tryna stuff it in my pants
Check my net worth, I'll be dead first
All my hoes fine,
(50)
This rap game, this rap game (yeah)
I ain't sellin' my soul for this rap game
And I ain't diggin' no hole for this rap game
Man, I'm tellin'
(50)
This rap game, this rap game (yeah)
I ain't sellin' my soul for this rap game
And I ain't diggin' no hole for this rap game
Man, I'm tellin'
You're better, maybe not by a lot, but a little
You're the patron saint of the totally fucked
You're completely toxic. There's nothing you can't kill
I do, but walk by.
An old man gets naked and kisses a model-doll in his attic.
It's half-light and he's in tears.
When he finally comes his eyes
Got wifey by side and she got her own shit
Listen... I’m blessed man, so so blessed
Passed all the test and I ain’t study for a sec
Slide on yo chick,
Yeah, I lost so many niggas to the streets this year
Oh, no, no
I ain't even talkin' about, they ain't even dead
They ain't, they ain't dead
Feds
and shit
Dog I came to play my part and that's it
We had a fullproof plan, all we need was the fam
Ammunition, a van, two chicks and one extra man
Two
I gotta ball for my dead homies
I gotta ball for my dead homies
I count this bread for my dead homies
Smoking dodo in your mama house
She get
about Jay and Biggie
It's my day to seize
You're dead, deceased
Rest in peace, the dog's unleashed
A fuckin' beast, I
Am on the beat
Precise and sweet
bruise me again
But fuck it im jus saying dog
Fuck it imma man dog
At least i understand dog
Copy like ten four
Hopping out the bando
Popping out the benz
a next verse comin'
I'm just playing man
You could take a bag of this right here
We'll call this the body bag
Lemme put a stamp on this dog right
these
Blocks that rock so many
Wanted by most ain't touched by any foes
Inside circles
Attacking like packs of real sick dogs
Running wild, crazy
'em
Indeed we all smoke weed and clown wit 'em
Hung around wit 'em, one man
I ran with his clan there's only one land
Niggas down with me, I can count
when I came to my senses there was no one else around
It was the dead of night when I scrambled to feet
The wind howled like a beaten dog dragging
Discuss these the dead dog by portugal the man Lyrics with the community:
Report Comment
We're doing our best to make sure our content is useful, accurate and safe.
If by any chance you spot an inappropriate comment while navigating through our website please use this form to let us know, and we'll take care of it shortly.
Attachment
You need to be logged in to favorite.
Log In