Testi:
Dogs She S Got A Reason

see She comes in colours and she goes with her back to me She leaves me, I suppose she's got a reason She leaves me, she must have a reason And

see She comes in colours and she goes with her back to me She leaves me, I suppose she's got a reason She leaves me, she must have a reason And

A perfect Texas afternoon A mother and two children play The way the always do As they raced home from the mailbox A mother and her son Against a

that scene, catch a plane and see somewhere new Just got married last year, treated so good that it ain't even fair Already got a boy, now the baby girl's

)] (What's up my nigga?) Heh, chillin' yo (What's up man, ya ready to go? Come on!) Naw yo, you just go ahead (What's wrong with you man?) (Wifey got

these dogs, puttin in work, got the coroner locked C'mon dogs don't be a jerk, and have to bark at the glock My brother got his spot down the whole, a

I do) That's what I'm lookin' for She gotta be jazzy But when she do her thang it's ghetto style Tellin me, JD, nigga say my name Like she a new member

resemble a catalog That's fat, down here niggas got cattle prods What's that? Fuck it man, it's all gone to the dogs In fact, it's like a fuckin' sauna

got this game lock What you got for your deal, I spent on X-Box Keep frontin like you hungry, I'm a feed you a biscuit I got rock and roll bullets, leave