Sangtekster:
Bad Dogs

she ain't nottin but a word for my ginsing someone I would use to bust my boxspring she woulda a numba one, not be bada bing bad man not goin bother wit

Hang 'em on the line It was January the thirtieth And everybody was feelin' fine That next day everybody got up Seein' if the clothes were dry The dogs

I got a feelin' nigga rillin' and my money be the root Look up at da stars she like, honey where the roof? Pull up, hear the dogs, canaries dey go on

outta the club wid this Plus I got hydro and this shit is creeper creeper Strip as you hear the double glock glock Widda me rocks cocked sweatin' me bad

they thinking they miss me what Nigga that thuggish ruggish fuck them up Rolling wid my bucks in the biggest snatch shit All of my dogs all of we lie

black folks I'm tryin' to get it on, tryin' to check the grip And there goes officer cracker tryin' to sink my fuckin' battleship Turnin' on his flashers, callin' up the dogs

away Bad boys running wild If you don't play along with their games Bad boys running wild And you better get out of their way Out in the streets The dogs

the police Beat what the streets do to me Actin all new to me I'll creep on you like puberty You don't wanna see the bad image Of this primace From here

heads gone all my bad chicks put your hands up im so fly im so cool im drapped up from my head to my shoes im steady rockin till my heads gone all my bad