Traduction: Chiens. Enchaîné à No One.
the louder that they whistle The less we're gonna hear For constantly we've got the call of the wild Ringing in our ears And we're chained to no-one To no-one
s R. Cadillac's on twenty-twos And jewels that give you cataracts, bitch who you foolin' They gave me eight bars, no room to breathe And eight darts nigga, no one
Big time... [Z-Ro:] No more pain, I'm bout to overdose on it I ain't never had no good times, I put my dogs and my locs on it Chain smoking, cigarettes
I could see was my mama's eyes No one knows my struggle They only see the trouble Not knowing it's hard to carry on when no one loves you Picture
curr {GET BACK! } It's G-Unit, we don't fuckin play furr My shit is mine, you're shit we gotta shurr. Dogs off the chain, my nigga, bewurr New York City
I beat motherfuckas when I handle my heat So consider this verse here a motherfuckin' bomb threat Cause I ain't even let out, all of my dogs yet I ain
hate to say it but the people that surrounding me Are way too shady The only people i can trust is my family and my lady All my dogs got guns Ready for
fuck juice, A hundred percent brew, The gankin for my bankin keeps you shankin wit a deuce, deuce, So easy when me pull me lead off, No one's allowed,
the burnin' sun Working on the chain gang-No More Working on the chain gang-No More Working on the chain gang-No More Working on the chain gang-No More
dogs out [Verse 2 (Tigah)] You thinkin' it's a game(uh) playboy you gotta be a lil bit more realistic and state your claim when I say we off the chains I'm talkin' tigers and dogs
eyes, ya know; I ain't playin' That's why all through the streets All hear, sayin' is, [Chorus 2X: Lil' Bow Wow] Bow wow wow yippie yo yippie yay Where my dogs
wall [Chorus 2: (Sammie)] Strike one, got you by surprise Strike two, right before your eyes Strike three, ohh I got you out Without a doubt, I got you out Strike one
Bizarre aka Peter S. Bizarre) I'm a alcoholic with the fuckin toilet Pass the hot dogs (bizarre aren't you Islamic) Bitch shut your fuckin mouth I'ma keep eatin till Richard Simmons comes to my house with a chain
stains on the front piece of, My lapel, is custom-made, You off the rack shit, I'm off the chain, come on. The dogs are loose, And yeah we get at themon
