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, dog eat dog eat Wild dog You know what I?m talkin? about Wild dog So bad wild dog And I?m coming over you Wild dog Wild dog Wild dog Wild dog
Traduzione: Backyard Babies. Wild Dog.
(feat. H.A.W.K, Mista Madd) [talking] Say L, hold these keys man What kind of wheels is those brah (man them boys got 20's dog, Lorenzos) Man, I ain
I barely scratch the surface, like my last batch of girlfriends That I buried in my fuckin backyard. Still trying to dig their way out I foam like an attack dog
sock. They saved Hitler's cock, and now it wants to talk. Now it's starting to get hard, I found it in my backyard. Every night it kills a dog, and now
in touch with your farm land So if and gotta healthy lookin garden in your backyard I'll pull over to admire then I'll check for a dog And if the hairy
Just like a rescue of a stray dog in the rain I was Hungry when you found me And you could tell by my tail and my rib cage what was Once around me I
my little notebook records the subjects at hand In photo one, a flower Photo two is a drunk and naked girl In photo three is my dog in the backyard Each
Barfed, by gone in flame I'm smart not to play this game Sinning, take me to the moon Backyard, I'm gonna see you soon Shivers going up my spine Kitty
J:] Right foot over left Left foot over right I let my dog out to piss In the middle of the night In my backyard illuminated by the moonlight Was a woman
dyin for anothuh we won't invite your dad but we will invite your mutha! Stevie D. showed up in his gremlin he's runnin from the pigs we tried to clean up the backyard
t right That's what I said [Lynch:] Black pits in the backyard, I don't feed 'em Hafta buy a pit a week cuz gone eatin' Off that Mad Dog 20/20 I'm bout
rocks up, back the block up Cop killers, clap at coppers, blast at choppers Pass the vodka, listen, don't ever mention Dash or Hoffa It's a Harlem thing dog
simon thats the sound Smooth and clean, is what you find with these Creased down Mexicano g's Picked up my homie--The Brown Hood Swooped up Red Dog
mail, told ya gal, that she better call Open my mail it was mailing my letter dog She wanna strip let her strip you should let her dog I have her spinnin
