The dog saw me and, they They looked they try to tear him off I said, "Oh my God! They to eat my husband"
I was sittin' at the pound to eat dinner Had a day at the studio, I was gettin' thinner My nigga was playin' basketball And my niggas in the backyard about to squab my
Dirty gets cream, it's a good scheme But you know it's all a of the Corleone team I Friday 'cos that's what I do Dogg for life nigga, thought you knew but you didn't
You think I'm kiddin' nigga, my Doggz They get down for theirs, 'em right to the back Hit the gate, don't wait and ask the homey He gotta pit named Tiny, mobbin' him
Now got Michael Corleone Oh kurupt, he got the psycho assassin' He likes to smash on and no need To reach for heat you can't get your blast on
Doggz, we keep 'em, busters, we 'em And when it's time all my bite your momma We leave you niggas on stuck in And I'ma this one to my Doggz
Remember that pit, the one I had Petey She got killed, so I didn't him It's like that, about Sweetie? He got too, so I didn't need him
It's a cold thang but it's a cold But when you a Corleone name, it's a cold thang Cold name, cold game ya got to get if you don't, then you can't represent the Pound
Now it's a sport and if I get caught, I'm right back in court So I got to it on the DL and don't yeezell But you know, I got tha pit for seezell So if you want one, get one, at'cha boy quick I'ma be on the lookout for the sell to them pigs
Ask my little homey, I 'came Scarface, Corleone killers, boy OG The Tray Deee, I give him rock seat But the rest of the pits, rollin' with me
layin' low in the cut, holstered up in Chino Scrappy-Du and the crew the Gambinos Ma and she'll spark up some shit real quick Just last week, you what? She bit the shit out of me
[Incomprehensible] bitch is a trick, I had to get feet To get the up off me And I can't tame her and I blame her That's why I had to her the top Dogg gamer
Man, it's a shame, got love for y'all But I got more love for my motherfuckin' just
Me and my Me and my Me and my
Now when it comes to my Doggz, stay fly like geese But as for me, I'm Dogg, I'm soopafly like priest I unleash my Doggz, then I tilt my I'm to trip off Locko 'cos he go taken my swim
I 'cos my creamy low get back to the pound He be itchin' like hell to put the bite on the clown And when you with the frown, he gon' get like 12 And ain't a damn thang your ass can do
I think it's he lost his big homey, Don Killer see Who ran the whole yard and banged OP And leave your ass red and yeah, He's a damn fool, jack you for your pants leg
Don't beg, you're dead and don't dare fear Young gangsta with Scrappy and Red tore off his head And all the kid do was cry a bitch His was a pit and mine's in the shit
Beware, 'em It's just me and my
I keep my heat in my seat, my killers in my Just in you niggas wanna fuck and try to act hard
deadly serious In East Los Angeles and South Where encounter stray dogs on a daily basis And often bare the scars to them