Lyrics:
the doggy bone
Hangin' with Keith Sweat in his VIP section
Tryna give you more than the average affection
Type of moan close the doors, it's goin' down
the doggy bone
Hangin' with Keith Sweat in his VIP section
Tryna give you more than the average affection
Type of moan close the doors, it's goin' down
served, with that dope shit
when I come with that muthafuckin shit
that leave you hung by the rope
by top, got that funky funky fuckin funkin fuckin style
could touch that bitch
Shoes my Maurie, piss by the month, he cut shock shit
Anything from my hoes when I ask, I get it
In the Cadillac I kick it,
Chorus:
Gotta get some lovin' (repeated)
Too $hort:
Gotta get me some pussy
Biotch
What's really goin' on?
Yeah, $hort Dog's in the house
leaking out your faucets, hmm
Time to forfeit your crown and leave the grounds
There's a new sheriff in town holding it down
It's the two holster,
leaking out your faucets, hmm
Time to forfeit your crown and leave the grounds
There's a new sheriff in town holding it down
It's the two holster,
And you can tell by now I got it goin' on
See I wear my Adidas shoes real real tight
Just so I can do my windmills right
I'm fresh out the box, baby
nothing and she make it look easy
Hit the club Ima stalk her
Yo girl Ima smoove talk her
I'm bad like Micheal Jackson
Hit her with the Moon Walker
That
U I
Middle finger as I'm speedin' by
Tell Siri start the car no key inside
Your bitch call me up like Riko I need a ride
You know I'm goin fast
a half a foot off the finger
Custom seats are amazin' tellin' nobody could touch that b****
Shoes my Maurie, piss by the month, he cut shock s***
have good luck
Sippin' wocky in my cup
Got an eigth, I'm sparkin' up
Wanna be rich by October
So you know we goin' sober
But sometimes I go over
That's
bandanas
and tryin to get my kids some more chickens than Colonel Sanders
Play us by the trigger so I`ma live by the trigger
And rivals, seven bitches for
A-Town's new ruler throw ya side in the sky
why'all niggaz lovin how ya livin and I'm (distorted) ready to die
[Chorus]
[Ending: Bone Crusher] +
A-Town's new ruler throw ya side in the sky
why'all niggaz lovin how ya livin and I'm (distorted) ready to die
[Chorus]
[Ending: Bone Crusher] +
A-Town's new ruler throw ya side in the sky
why'all niggaz lovin how ya livin and I'm (distorted) ready to die
[Chorus]
[Ending: Bone Crusher] +
and I
Have been captured taken over by
The captivating strength of the most funkdafied high
It's like fire locked in my bones
Get smoked the fuck out
Verse 1
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Some of the busiest rhymes ever made by man
Are goin' into this mic, written by this hand
Are comin' out of this mouth, made by this
K Town, birth place, where I get down
I've been all around, it ain't change, not a peep sound
Jimmy Lee's ice cream please, with the freak clown
Been
on the town by 10
My dude is on the same wave, what it do my friend
Good vibes, blue skies, a beautiful day
Feelin young and alive, I'm lookin to play
Worked
walkers, boys in blue
the army on the fly
And all of this and so much more
when a horse came riding by
And all the worlds so full of rage
No time
Verse 1
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Some of the busiest rhymes ever made by man
Are goin' into this mic, written by this hand
Are comin' out of this mouth, made by this
this y'all
[Verse 1:]
Oh what a feeling! - Drivin' in my four by four
Girlies Galore! - B.I.G. on the door.
Chrome trimming - with the smoke tint
Givin
Ima damn fool up out dat H-town
Anywhere ya meet me guaranteed it goin down
Chorus (x2)
Yung Joc:
Shorty dis da remix its still goin down
If ya think
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