for my dogs, this is for my dogs This is for my dogs, this is for my dogs This is for my dogs, this is for my dogs This is for my dogs my niggaz My
Tradução: Drag-On. Para mis perros.
than they baby mama, nigga on my back ima bomb ya, one day but it attacks like a pack of pirahnas, like taracotta, niggas always ready for war, they don
of the day They chased him through brambles They chased him through the fields They'd chased him for ever But the fox would not yield And some saw her shadow On
Dragging down what they could hoard Thirty days and night have I seen the brink of death Troubled seas - my only friend Drag me down - gasping for breath
s a quarter full moon, now I ride with my swoon Well groomed, dance hall packed, full room Lady move, peep my glide, peep my zoom Keep in stride, smoke
as a wannabe, but still rich rollin, Connected for life is my number one slogan, Put my rag and the homies start tweakin', Number one on billboard, I
, put it on my #1 grave, 'cause I'm a stand-up true thugsta in a league of my own. The city of Thieves is my home, and I don't trust nann nigga. My mentality
LS's here I appear on piers with my peers The Imperial like margerin, I'm butter Yes like Bel-Air Common Sense: Lookin' at my fake Gucci, it's about
shot lose your hip I hope your shoes fit for this move and pick My avalanche, it came with 10 feet of snow I'm cold blooded, my fam half Eskimo My flows
Not good from far 90 miles per hour down Compton Boulevard With the top down, screaming we don't give a f-ck Drink my 40 ounce of freedom while I roll my
Good googily goo Look what the cat dragged in The mack's back in, we snap crack in We got the jokes for you Uh, look who the Hump bumped into The old
bail, piss test failed Got parole on us, then wanna roll on us I'm at my momma crib sleep, who told on us? I'm sick to death, I'm on fire in the streets
-hundred and sixty-six years imprisonment For bitin' off another nigga's shit, you bitch You got caught, now you on the other side of the law Snitchin' on
's here I appear on piers with my peers The Imperial like margerin, I'm butter Yes like Bel-Air Common Sense: Lookin' at my fake Gucci, it's about
drama Than they baby mama, nigga on my back I'ma bomb ya One man but attack like a pack of piranhas, like terracotta Niggas always ready for war, they
