Tekster:
Drag On For My Dogs

for my dogs, this is for my dogs This is for my dogs, this is for my dogs This is for my dogs, this is for my dogs This is for my dogs my niggaz My

, put it on my #1 grave, 'cause I'm a stand-up true thugsta in a league of my own. The city of Thieves is my home, and I don't trust nann nigga. My mentality

shot lose your hip I hope your shoes fit for this move and pick My avalanche, it came with 10 feet of snow I'm cold blooded, my fam half Eskimo My flows

Good googily goo Look what the cat dragged in The mack's back in, we snap crack in We got the jokes for you Uh, look who the Hump bumped into The old

-hundred and sixty-six years imprisonment For bitin' off another nigga's shit, you bitch You got caught, now you on the other side of the law Snitchin' on

drama Than they baby mama, nigga on my back I'ma bomb ya One man but attack like a pack of piranhas, like terracotta Niggas always ready for war, they

' Rob] I grab my Levis and my ironin board Cuffs all messed up cause the back drags on the floor But that's all good, got no one to impress My fame will

Spend twenty-five years, I'm chewing on gum Wait, I got none I'm chewing on my tongue Walk, oh, my leg snapped off at the knee I beat a kid in the head

drags off the honey-dip Now what you talkin'? You see my gold fronts sparkin'? Ain't tryin' to hear what you dogs be barkin' Read the headline, that was blast on