Lyrics:
know me, you know that I'm liable
To bust a cap 'cause it's all about survival of the fittest
I'm a menace crook
I did so much dirt I need to be in
and 'shine
With the dogs runnin'
Saved by the sound of the been found
Dixie whistled in the wind, that'll get you Heaven bound
The Devil went down
And all that other fat shit like that, ha-ha
Nigga, you need to git up, git out and git something
Don't let the days of your life pass by
You need
you’re gonna be, sing it with me
If you’re gonna be my candy man, I’m gonna be your salty dog
Little quieter…
If you’re gonna be my candy man, I’m gonna
boy come get his shit back
If they act up, we gon' fix that
My new nigga ain't with that chit-chat
You know you ain't gettin' your bitch back
Yeah,
grow?
Will the boys 'n' the hood have to beat down Ice Cube?
Hell no, I'll static son, you'll see it's okay
I keep my 9 anyway
For the day one
a fat mother fucker outta me
What made a millionaire out of Mr. Frito-Lay
You fat fuck, You fat fuck
Made a fat mother fucker outta me
And all that
diss it, while real hop-hippers listen
Started by Afrikan Bambaata, so you and your partner
Gather your thoughts (ninety-six gon' be that year)
was strolling down a dark street
When this girl passed me by
She said you've always been a good friend
(Always been a good friend)
And you never
gone respect my mind and let me be a dog
With my Dog A$$
Chorus:
(Juvenile)
B.G. go on with your Dog A$$
Boy you know you
in my hand, and
You don't understand what I'm kickin'
'Cause Snoop is on the mic and I gets wicked, follow me
Listen to me, 'cause I do you like you
pop that)
Let me see you drop it down now (Twerk, twerk, twerk dat, pop that)
Who said gangstas don't do that? Cous' they lying
In the back
don't like Star Wars
You say Rolls, I say Royce
You say God give me a choice
You say Lord, I say Christ
I don't believe in Peter Pan
Frankenstein
cut my long baby hair
Stole me a dog eared map
And called for you everywhere
Have I found you?
Flightless bird, jealous, weeping
Or lost you
Tramp!
What you call me?
Tramp.
You didn't!
You don't wear continental clothes, or Stetson hats.
Well I tell you one dog-gone thing. It makes me
the hinges of my life
Fat cats and army brats
Hep cats and dog tag pawing over girly mags
Pretty words don't mean much anymore
I don't mean to be mean
in my hand, and
You don't understand what I'm kickin'
'Cause Snoop is on the mic and I gets wicked, follow me
Listen to me, 'cause I do you like you
them boys
Come on dog put away them toys
'Cause I'mma put in a clip and you'll get yours
You know how we roll nigga bring the noise
Y'all don't
cause a bad dog's moving in
She warned me once, she warned me twice
But I don't take no one's advice
So scratch it on over (move it on over)
Shake
Contact Contact
Huh huh huh huh hoo huh yeah
You've been avoiding me
Like a cat trying to dodge a dog
I never see ya shine
You're as cold
it
9 to 5, for service and devotion
You would think that I would deserve a fat promotion
Want to move ahead but the boss won't seem to let me
I
diss it, while real hop-hippers listen
Started by Afrikan Bambaata, so you and your partner
Gather your thoughts (ninety-six gon' be that year)
thing
Don't know why I didn't see it before
You misused me for so long
Threw me love
Like you throw an old dog a bone
That's why the name of this
fed
All the dogs get fed, all the dogs get fed
All the dogs get
Then my diamonds start dancing
My houses is so killer, bitches call me Charles
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