Were My Dogs At Songtext
Ah
What
Yo
Tell 'em
Where my dogs at
Where my dogs at
Where my dogs at
Y'all ready?
Where my dogs at
What
Yo
Tell 'em
Where my dogs at
Where my dogs at
Where my dogs at
Y'all ready?
Where my dogs at
You can try to put up a fight
There's change you gonna do right
Can't run with the big dogs
'Cause jeans is too tight
I've been doing this for too long
Plus dog is too strong
I'll let you cats bite me off the map
With a new song
Then you know you wrong
Tryin' that shit there
Yeah
Nigga I went there
Or you're gonna sit here
I've been rapping for 20 years
And you're 20 years old
X is back on the block
(Nigga)
And looking for pure gold
There's a new sheriff in town
He's just been re-elected You ain't gonna like it, but respect it
Nigga, check it
I'm a get it in, tell a nigga when
With the DMX
We gonna walk the dogs
Till the bitter end
You like "Oh it's him again"
I know that's how you felt
Pussy
I knew that's how you smelt
What you cats doing playing around
With your spits
Talking 'bout what you got
Ain't ever the team
You put on your vest
But I'm a still stop you
'Cause I got a chopper
That's all like a helicoper
And niggas really don't want me
To pop the trunk
You gonna either drop the slump
When I cock and dump
Or I'm a clock a punk
Cassin' Baby
Half of 'em to hear
Looking like spaghetti
Pull out the machete
Hack off the limbs
Bag on the pieces
Whip off the tims
Jump in the bens
Five cars deep
Four a' clock in the morning
Riders still asleep
Shut shit down
Whenever we hit town
Give a nigga pass on
That ain't my getdown
You can bring out the best
Bring out the worst
If you bring out the worst
We'll bring out the herse
Niggas playin' poker
I play poke ya
Hit 'em from ear to ear
Make em smile like the Joker
There's change you gonna do right
Can't run with the big dogs
'Cause jeans is too tight
I've been doing this for too long
Plus dog is too strong
I'll let you cats bite me off the map
With a new song
Then you know you wrong
Tryin' that shit there
Yeah
Nigga I went there
Or you're gonna sit here
I've been rapping for 20 years
And you're 20 years old
X is back on the block
(Nigga)
And looking for pure gold
There's a new sheriff in town
He's just been re-elected You ain't gonna like it, but respect it
Nigga, check it
I'm a get it in, tell a nigga when
With the DMX
We gonna walk the dogs
Till the bitter end
You like "Oh it's him again"
I know that's how you felt
Pussy
I knew that's how you smelt
What you cats doing playing around
With your spits
Talking 'bout what you got
Ain't ever the team
You put on your vest
But I'm a still stop you
'Cause I got a chopper
That's all like a helicoper
And niggas really don't want me
To pop the trunk
You gonna either drop the slump
When I cock and dump
Or I'm a clock a punk
Cassin' Baby
Half of 'em to hear
Looking like spaghetti
Pull out the machete
Hack off the limbs
Bag on the pieces
Whip off the tims
Jump in the bens
Five cars deep
Four a' clock in the morning
Riders still asleep
Shut shit down
Whenever we hit town
Give a nigga pass on
That ain't my getdown
You can bring out the best
Bring out the worst
If you bring out the worst
We'll bring out the herse
Niggas playin' poker
I play poke ya
Hit 'em from ear to ear
Make em smile like the Joker
DAVIS, KIMANI / SIMMONS, EARL / CLARK, KENDAL JAMES / JOYNER, DENNIS LAMONT / SMALLS, MEL JASON / BLACKMAN, DAMON J.
© Universal Music Publishing Group, Kobalt Music Publishing Ltd., Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC, EMI Music Publishing
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© Universal Music Publishing Group, Kobalt Music Publishing Ltd., Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC, EMI Music Publishing
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