the louder that they whistle The less we're gonna hear For constantly we've got the call of the wild Ringing in our ears And we're chained to no-one To no-one
Traduzione: Cani. Chained To No One.
Go getters and wig splitters and a little game that gives shivers Playboy how you figure you can step to a hog Let off a hundred rounds drums punishing you and yo dogs
dogs on a collar, balla So how you like that? Chokechain for their necks, and I don't think they bite back Woof woof - How they howl Give some chow, they bout to growl Little dogs
dogs on a collar, balla So how you like that? Chokechain for their necks, and I don't think they bite back Woof woof, How they howl Give some chow, they bout to growl Little dogs
out clubbing [Hook x2] [50/50 Twin:] My reason for this rhyme, is I have no love at all Men use to be dogs, now women have em come to dogs A lot of
curr {GET BACK! } It's G-Unit, we don't fuckin play furr My shit is mine, you're shit we gotta shurr. Dogs off the chain, my nigga, bewurr New York City
I beat motherfuckas when I handle my heat So consider this verse here a motherfuckin' bomb threat Cause I ain't even let out, all of my dogs yet I ain
up in pieces, then flush 'em down the drain Them dogs is pitbulls, I'm more like a great dane Robbed the hottest chick in the game, for her man's chain
to say it but the people that surrounding me Are way too shady The only people i can trust is my family and my lady All my dogs got guns Ready for action
dark star All my dogs bark paw Talk hard and get hit by a parked car Swimmin' where the sharks are Yes I'm one guy That won't speak when I'm holdin' heat
beef Fuck fronting, shut down pacs like game over Consistently light shit up like chain-smokers Flex and I melt down flesh like flamethrowers Fresh is the dooky gold chain
everywhere) It ain't like that [Baby] We gon' dip 'em platinum, playboy [Fresh] {blows kiss} Ahhh, good night [Baby] Dip one up We gon' dip one up
who the fuck is gonna hold me down 'sides Crypt? Who the fuck can control my sounds still don' got me, Scott be makin' my vocal sounds so cocky Who got me? Yeah my dogs
your naked ass? She still makes time to hate me but basically I'm overbooked no emotional vacancy Complacency seems so simple Like fuck it let me be the one
game On the streets with the hustlas who hustle the same Some of vein, let's toast to all the guns and the gangs All the wheelchair victims and the one
