Lyrics:
time i was saved by my family never said thanks for that
I never said thanks for that
Aye, I never said thanks for that
Dinero
The peso
Do i shoot
Most the time, when it rain it start pouring'
But how we grind, it make the weather change for us
We roll through, but we never change for 'em
So
I done seen my niggas fall, I done seen my niggas ball dog
We ain't never been the ball hog, Don't you break the law dog
Catch me creepin with
Yes I think I'm going blind
And I know how it should be
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In times of bella foe fa lies cobalt cast
play we vets
It's west coast foe life no crew only sets
[Ice Cube]
It's the dog breathing through the smog
I'm a hog of this gangster shit
Don
with you
You just a colored dude
With a wig on, and ugly fucking shoes
Looking remedial
What’s the fucking use?
Hog spit and hog-tie me
Going HAM, but
seem
Racks bustin' out my pockets, but I ain't rockin' skinny jeans
Roadrunners, bone brothers, we gon' trap by any means
Never been a ball hog, I'ma
wouldn't deal
Police got eyes in the hills
Looking for my people, had full fever
Bill Gates wouldn't tag a mutant like a dog
Slaughterhouse full of hogs
I'm a young Hova, nigga
My office is oval, nigga
I step out that bitch like, "What's happenin'?"
Me and that little bitch I was nappin' in
Time
on the table like it's dinner time
And this is what you call stereotyping by far?
Can you tell me me why your dog keep sniffing my car?
Huh? Got the audacity
on the table like it's dinner time
And this is what you call stereotyping by far?
Can you tell me me why your dog keep sniffing my car?
Huh? Got the audacity
play we vets
It's west coast foe life no crew only sets
[Ice Cube]
It's the dog breathing through the smog
I'm a hog of this gangster shit
Don
if I pull out some heat, nigga, you gon' kick in (kick in)
And that's just the rules set by the fool from the old school
When it's time to duel, you
Lord, what a shock
The bulkhead was turned right over
Turned nine times around, and the poor old dog was drowned
I'm the last of the Irish Rover
Lord, what a shock
The bulkhead was turned right over
Turned nine times around, and the poor old dog was drowned
I'm the last of the Irish Rover
gone chase me a bag, fuck nigga that's why so mad
Big bank
Ahead of my time motherfuck advance, trap houses in highly demand
Bando
I do all the dishes I
too, sending Tactics screenshot, she finna send to group
Hopefully, she don't know what I've been on in HOU, Dolo by myself
I really just be in stu,
and candied yams
Sugar-cured Virginia hams
Basement full of those berry jams
And that's what I like about the South
Ham hocks and turnip greens
Hog jolls
run this by you shot time
Why don't you raised a glass for your falling idols
Aye what you tripping for told you I got you nigga word is bond
Keep it
don't even know what Smash means
Go and ask your wife
You and I might be alike in
Getting chased by a chick
But when I run from a girl it's
Not the one
the dirt
And that's what you get for
Fucking with a mob, dog
KPE, nigga, I'm the fucking boss hog
Wait, I thought I was i thought
I was the boss hog
That's
of old blind horses hides'
We had four million barrels of bones
We had five million hogs
six million dogs
Seven million barrels of porter
We had eight
everything by myself
What's a S.O.S? What's a S.O.S.
Penetrate the game before I go, I'll leave my mark
It's about time I do my part, all I'd say I'm a work
of my siblings again
I got the stick in case you got the nine
I got the clip and I'm sippin' on time
Look for your bitch, find her right by my side
Can't
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