Letras:
Street Dogs Last Call

bring But now it's over and we need to move on To move on, to move on Last call to you, told me everything was through Last call to you, reminds me

d bring But now it's over and we need to move on To move on To move on Last call to you, told me everything was through Last call to you, reminds me

rap Bring hell to niggaz when Dre producing a track Take it to the streets, put the duece duece to your hat Then call up the pigs, tell them the rooster's back Call

for dead son Niggas who know me, know how I get down, I'm fresh out the pound NYPD crit the flip, get on some New York undercover shit Fuck wit dogs you

hot, and leave them dead to rot Ruff Ryders cut the shit up, like raw keys Like that from Crystal Lake and my last name is Voorhies It can happen niggas

up with your weak picture then squeeze Street scriptures for lost souls, in the crossroads To the corner thugs hustlin for cars that cost dough To the big dogs

But I Beleive In Me Applistic Crossreet I Am Just An Off-Spring Born In Tha Ghetto That's Why I Can't Let Go One Call Will Have My Dogs On You Like An

Locked in a cell for your very last breath How can it be that, This is your death Something is stirring, way underneath As people ignite the last burning

ball Sellin dope, we get a car and don't know what it's called Nniggas foul, but the referees don't get involved It's the finals, and my dogs came to