Internet and type of twitting try'na strike ya rich Fussing with my broad cause I ain't got a jaw I ain't hittin' them draws she calling me a dog Grabbing
ain't got nuttin' I say "Give up ya gun" Is what I tell em then I step Wouldn't be top dog if I was one who slept So show respect I'm beyond that, livin
gonna play I guess that's why she's callin' me - callin' me If she's yo girl she wasn't yesterday - yesterday - yesterday Don't be mad [Hook] [Slim] How in the hell
lights off sittin here bored, eatin some smores, tryin to hide out from the dang landlord and now I got a baby ?cause I ain?t used protection, and hella hella
her And said 'that pussy's wide' Little Jack Horner sat in a corner Fucking this cutie pie Stuck in his thumb, made the bitch cum Said 'hell of a nigga
Tha D: Hello Bitches, trick tramp sluts, it's the Mutha-fuckin' D here to work yo' big butts Got hoes on my back seat, niggaz on my nutts Cock blockin
got alibis and suicides and homicides and three strikes and yo' life and my life and times change And ni**az fame, as the world turns.. Though I walk thru the valley of hell
about my ends, fuck friends and foes Me, a born leader, never leave the block without my my heata Got me a dog and named her my bitch nigga eata What
Roll me a cigarette dog! They got me feelin crazier than a motha fucka. I got bad ass in this motha fucka. Puffin on lye. Hopin that it gets me high
that finally But they heard it before Dog We living in a prison Losing our religion on em Thanks given when thankful just for living in hell Damn
of 'Niggas Just Jock Me' The DJ Daryl who cuts so sweet Fuck the bullshit, the man makes beats The Jigga, the gee, the J, the E, the D My road dog, the
found God you know me, started sellin' leek in the yard yo, I ran into niggas who used to have Hummers big as Hell in the joint wearin' '86 numbers damm Dog
Betha, haha, come up of that watch now I mean right now" The only excuse for being broke is bein in jail An entertainer can't make bail if he broke as hell
velour A cal in my pocket You wil', I'mma pop it I'm down for a profit I'm ghetto as hell You can't you tell? My road dog, under the jail Getting frustrating
um Make sure i'm strapped, keep the Uz and the Magnum Yeah the gun talk, but i'm talkin' 'bout the condom They followin' me home with my dog right behind
damn this life is scary Try to hold in my pain, I drink till I'm buried This henessey got me gone, my eyes are blurry Face to face with reality, my dog
them honey coniac blunts Let's get fucked up Tried to quit, but now I'm back Still gettin fucked up Pump them heater, spray the pack Mic check one, two It's them rouge dog