the dogs out You thinkin' it's a game Playboy you gotta be a lil bit more realistic And state your claim when I say we off the chain I'm talkin' tigers and dogs, not puppy dogs
Whoo, friendly day in the neighborhood Birds is chirpin' (Hi neighbor) Niggas walkin' they dogs, ha ha, watering they flowers That's my neighborhood,
Come all you gallant bushrangers who gallop o'er the plains Refuse to live in slavery, or wear the convict chains. Attention pay to what I say, and value
60, anybody see where Game went? To the hood, parked crooked behind that chained fence And I'm going down behind my dogs, but I ain't Vick Tell me one
they man Kick em out and move me in Juice them niggaz and they plan be to bring bread She's one of the baddest bitches Animal she's off tha chain See
't no punchlines I be on the highway dirty, crunch time No timeouts homeboy, just one time If they find that stashbox, just one time Shit, they'll put the dogs
on corner with that green and white If u comin bye then come on bye I got the best shit that u can ever try, try Dog I don't play U see ma dogs behind
black nappy boy chain And he be like look at the mutha fucka imma have all that shit one day And she be like look at that bros imma suck all them dicks one
with the hustlas, who hustle the same Some of vein, let's toast to all the guns and the gangs All the wheelchair victims and the one's with the chains
's Who am I to disagree? Everybody's lookin' for somethin' My man put me up for the share, one fourth of a square Headed for Delaware, with one change
shaky as a wannabe, but still rich rollin, Connected for life is my number one slogan, Put my rag and the homies start tweakin', Number one on billboard
it out now Uh, no doubt yo [Q-Tip] You such a thang, a sexy little thang I'm Hot Boyin' it, admirin' your chain You got a fella nose wide on the reala
a lot, you won't be that way long Plus, y'all niggas is bush leaguers And I bet y'all ain't get no bush either My hood dogs sing songs of rejection
straight break it all off Where the big dawgs at? What city or set ya claim? Fame, X.O., several drinks of champagne Hustlers in the game tryna maintain, lost ya chain
sticky icky with no stems or seeds. I cant even drive, the smoke all in my eyes. I dont give a damn, long as im high when i die. Chain smoka I light
I get a check nigga, see I'm lil retarded I'm from across the canal, the city of New Orleans You see this platinum chain? This The New No Limit How could
'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
cholesterol, let's brawl Never fall, tear it down like a wreckin' ball Role call where my niggaz that's one for all And all for one, we draw the guns