talk Dog years For every sad son of a bitch Dog years With his tail between his ears In the dog years (Ohh, ohh) In the dog years (Ohh, ohh) In the dog years
time to go outside and play Dog years -- It's the season of the itch Dog years -- With every scratch it reappears Dog years -- For every sad son of a bitch Dog years
Traduction: Rush. Années de chien.
barely time to go outside and play Dog years -- It's the season of the itch Dog years -- With every scratch it reappears Dog years -- For every sad son of a bitch Dog years
can last for years Outshinin them fakes smile plastic tears like last year, ni**az stuck in the past, and it's clear Just some busta a*s bastards allergic to cash this year
this game, for years Why worry, Hope to god Get me high When I'm burried Knowing deep inside me Only if yah love Come rush me to the gates of heaven
tribe of Pima Indians, a proud and a peaceful band They farmed the Phoenix Valley in Arizona land Down their ditches for a thousand years the sparkling water rushed
of grass and fall on my ass faster than a fat bitch who sat down too fast C'mere slut! (Shady, wait a minute, that's my girl dog!) I don't give a fuck
out and crash, and fall in the grass faster than a fat man who sat down too fast C'mere lady! (Shady, wait a minute, that's my girl dog!) I don't give
Sheep I can't cook, but being a cook I'm servin' much to eat I got multiple stabs of jazzy Sassafrassy as I caught the fame of soul Years after mama had
can join yeah, what y?all wanna do I?m all ears smoking on that head band call that shit Paul Pierce I?m just so ahead of my time like dog years ball
