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
Traduction: Drag-On. Pour mes chiens.
ain't got no fire, to light my cigarette I'm just an 'Ol dog, lookin for my midnight pet She lays out a matchstick and offers me the light I take a drag
it's cyclopse They trade in their high tops for night sized Withe rocks Words in my right, they pass my left ear It's solid decked out write the books
eye, pursue a Cyclops They trade in they high tops for nice sized Withe rocks (Excuse me) Words in my right, that pass my left ear Your style is ass-
(feat. Drag-On) [Eve (Drag-on)] Ugh (Come on, uh) Uh-huh (Flame on, uh, come on, uh) Uh-uh-uh-uh (Flame on, uh, come on, uh) Yo, yo (uh, uh) [Eve] Let
program, hit the streetz we cop 56 mo gramz Y'all niggaz ain't messin wit scrams And that's [Drag-On] (come on, come on, come on,) Boy, whats the difference
[Drag-On] Uh, come on Uh, uh, uh, come on Come on, come on When Drag finger foreman I don't ever wanna get off Skip three, count to ten Ref. Griffin step
[Swizz] Uhh, yeah yeah yeah Yo yo, come on Come on Eve, Swizz Beats Drag-On baby [chorus Swizz]4x We want y'all to move right now [Drag-On] Break 'em
drama than they baby mama, nigga on my back ima bomb ya, one day but it attacks like a pack of pirahnas, like taracotta, niggas always ready for war,
the day They chased him through brambles They chased him through the fields They'd chased him for ever But the fox would not yield And some saw her shadow On
up in heat. I'm burnin'...burnin' for revenge my hands clinched with my emotions is takin' over the physically hurtin' you again, watchin' your crib, watchin' who comes through for
seat Gettin bent, but shit I deserve to eat I hit the blunt for my bad broads Hit a shot from the 4's for my dead dogs, pull off like, fuck the world
Law and pistol for the low dogs tail I live on fox I?m sittin in the sun Wakan oyate wakan nape Wotan in washte Listen how the boy drags on Thats the
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
It's a quarter full moon, now I ride with my swoon Well groomed, dance hall packed, full room Lady move, peep my glide, peep my zoom Keep in stride, smoke
, 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
