Testi:
Squeeze Gone To The Dogs

the sky Confused by the thoughts that stew in his mind Alone by the track on a Saturday night Gone to the dogs He stands and reflects Gone to the dogs

I'ma rap 'til y'all all get sick of me And clutch my nuts sack and spit all who pick at me A pitt and rott mix, fuck the dogs you sic on me I'm sayin'

m fast in focus in case you haven't noticed Squeeze and blast them open as soon as the magnum open Yeah I told you man Uh, Cam gone make me a star, I'

love to hit the target, and when I'm breakin that skin, ooh Travel through his heart, ricochet off the nearest bone Rip his insides up, shatter his spine, now I'm gone

I'ma rap 'til y'all all get sick of me And clutch my nuts sack and spit all who pick at me A pitt and rott mix, fuck the dogs you sic on me I'm sayin'

Baking soda kept the knees clean Narrow like a ravine ? fell good news Last hole, green jacket worn, body in two Left by oh-no Soul been gone, disappeared

out it was PC, weak niggas rockin' ya bling I never said I'm Nino Brown, but for mine For all means, cousin, I'mma squeeze those rounds I lounge whether

I mean an actress bad bitch movie star Shallow bitches only into jewelry cars Still fucks with us though that ain't who we are Soon as my wife gone they

Limit, breather life, baby Me and my nigga we gone ride or die Fuck the cops fuck the jury nigga what [Chorus x2] You my dog nigga, we gone ride till