t find your way and lost all recourse Reach for 2 bottles of sorrow I've seen so much in the last 2 years (Made me) reach for 2 bottles of sorrow Through
Překlad: Street Dogs. 2 láhve.
't find your way and lost all recourse Reach for 2 bottles of sorrow I've seen so much in the last 2 years (Made me) reach for 2 bottles of sorrow Through
blocks I got my tale pipe stuck up in a glove box All our songs rock, duck the Molotov Clear bottle, call the dogs off At the borders, and at the air
tee we fire rocks and turn em into concrete buy old school ride em up raw street ride slabs man gals love tall feet im from virginia vick know where the dogs
my finga on the trigga 'cause I'm down for this bangin shit Quick to do it for the cause bitch I smash for my dogs So don't get close to my nine 'cause
nigga My money long, my dick long, I'm off the chain B.G. got it goin on respect the game Chorus: B.G. (repeat 2X) Me and my dogs we ball, just like
wit winners and win I feel attention when I walk in the club G-unit to the socks, bitches all on a thug Gimme a henny on the rocks and a bottle of bub
let her drive while he drove the burgandy 5. He often talked about how he wants to murder these guys. From off of burger street, had nat workin the street
wear We run it phat, soldiers get down like that From the club to the streets we get around like that Sad vapor roll with dogs that will chase ya There
all my dogs in the penn All my thugged out niggas, bout to spin em a bend I done signed with Master P, now we in it to win All my bottle gutter niggas
I?m able to do So I suggest all the ones that hate, grow the fuck up Cause acting like a child is fake Subliminal is what you are to me just a message in a bottle
ride for We got dogs out there and we not scared Nigga I'm not the one, we not the team Matter fact don't even wirte me back see me in the streets See
the head till I url Boomerang dunn, Q.B. bust they gun Keep them P.C. niggas on the run, one Mahti specialist, 2-5 the nemesis The last verse, "T O
in Carolina let's call her Karoline She love ballplayers hate the dope boys 'Cuz we fight dogs call me Jeff Goerges Yea this the Superbowl of the street
ll leave your condition critical My dogs bloodhounds, it's nothin to get at you El Dorado red, drink until the bottles dead Feed my clips hollowheads
ll leave your condition critical My dogs bloodhounds, it's nothin to get at you El Dorado red, drink until the bottles dead Feed my clips hollowheads,
Collabo' wit my dogs from Yonkers but this Bronx bombers Spitting flame so you better wear your armor Flame on! Chorus: DMX (repeat 2X) My dogs gon' stop; your dogs
