barely time to go outside and play Dog years -- It's the season of the itch Dog years -- With every scratch it reappears Dog years -- For every sad son of a bitch Dog years
talk Dog years For every sad son of a bitch Dog years With his tail between his ears In the dog years (Ohh, ohh) In the dog years (Ohh, ohh) In the dog years
time to go outside and play Dog years -- It's the season of the itch Dog years -- With every scratch it reappears Dog years -- For every sad son of a bitch Dog years
Traduzione: Corsa. Dog Years.
can last for years Outshinin them fakes smile plastic tears like last year, ni**az stuck in the past, and it's clear Just some busta a*s bastards allergic to cash this year
this game, for years Why worry, Hope to god Get me high When I'm burried Knowing deep inside me Only if yah love Come rush me to the gates of heaven
the real Legion of Doom Buddah Man, tell em we ain't havin it [Buddah Man] Yeah, silly rabbit Fuck that shit We ain't havin that this year This is comin
positioned in the orbit of my imagination Small portion, even that much, flustered by the drug fell in lust with the rush Hush, maybe somewhere in it
me My old ho, I had to ex the bitch, she got grazed When a nigga sprayed, so get on ya way, good day I aint no good, I'ma dog anyway that's bout pimpin
I did take a deal, it's only one year guaranteed But I'm bout to give work for dough in a couple more weeks Tryin' to give 10 years, if I go to trial
way, come on and ride with me I take you to that Crunk bar where them sharks eat Five-star baby, bon-appetite I got that shrimp appetizer with that dog
uh, yeah-yeah uh yeah-yeah Uh yeah-yeah, yeah yeah [Chris Ward:] Ten bricks nigga, in a Benz six nigga It's your motherfucking nigga, C. Ward Five years
Sheep I can't cook, but being a cook I'm servin' much to eat I got multiple stabs of jazzy Sassafrassy as I caught the fame of soul Years after mama had
(feat. Black Hole, Layzie Bone) [Layzie Bone] Nigga don't cross that motherfuckin' fine line (dog house) Niggaz do too much (represent) Tell 'em bout
s do or die This is for those cats that specialize in robberies Scheme at red lights, these clowns even follow me I lay in the cut and wait for the rush
