Don?t need your wasted jobs Punk crazed nutters We?re the English Dogs Never never die Never never die Never never die Never die, never die, never die
'm comin to Repo Create a crowd scene and stack a bunch of people We bustin through the doors, shootin through your peephole The shoot that never miss
off shot gun hand on the pump, finga on the trigga Ready to dump Blow a mutha fucker bye bye Point blank range, yeah niggas gon' die That's why I never
Straight Where I Stay Like Dogs Tht Dont Move Abediant School Made Me So Cool I Was So Unrule I Used To Chase Car From Female Dogs Wouldn't Sit With
soldiers here No-one speaks English And everything's broken And my strength is soaking away To go waltzing Matilda, waltzing Matilda You'll go a waltzing Malitda with me Now the dogs
these soldiers here No-one speaks English And everything's broken And my strength is soaking away To go waltzing Matilda, waltzing Matilda You'll go a waltzing Malitda with me Now the dogs
Cash made on Hollis Ave Queens, Queens.... Some come out of their hometown and they never get dough But three teens from Queens take over the world and never
these soldiers here No one speaks English, and everything's broken, and my Stacys are soaking wet To go waltzing Mathilda, waltzing Mathilda, You'll go waltzing Mathilda with me Now the dogs
Meth Man, south paw, I throw my left hand To that hardcore shit that even make the Tec jam Oh my goodness! Trust me, ain't nuttin like some hood shit Gotta love my dogs
it up) Beat to the rhythm of the rhyme I'm givin up a dime, there go another line you figured Never drivin by nine, never givin up a dime if you was Never
Queens Day Cash made on Hollis Ave Queens, queens, queens Some come out of their hometown and they never get dough But three teens from queens take over the world and never
car that be glidin' If I showed you where I lived you would think I was hidin' Sling dick to chicks that don't speak English Wake up in Trinidad, like
up) Beat to the rhythm of the rhyme I'm givin up a dime, there go another line you figured Never drivin by nine, never givin up a dime if you was Never
shot gun hand on the pump, finga on the trigga Ready to dump Blow a mutha fucker bye bye Point blank range, yeah niggas gon' die That's why I never leave
speak brok-len English Stumble off the cold four-oh of old English Wu brew Two-two inside the shoe No describin' what this heat, in my jacket could do I teach, seeds to read, never
's meth man south paw I throw my left hand To that hardcore shit that even make the tec jam Oh my goodness trust me, ain't nuttin' like some hood shit Gotta love my dogs
forth fifth, I'm used to this shit, If I say it, I mean it, And I envy out clips, Like I do my own english Verse 2 (Keon Bryce) Fuck the police, Like
peace to the God Power for never fallin' for nothin' less Than a hundred grands and rap with rubberbands placed in Golden suitcases, slitted across the table To walk the dogs
