me be a dog With my dog ass B.G. go on with your dog ass Boy, you know you wrong with dog ass Say Juve you down bad with your dog ass You done fuck
respect my mind and let me be a dog With my Dog A$$ Chorus: (Juvenile) B.G. go on with your Dog A$$ Boy you know you wrong with Dog A$$ (B.G. aka
Перевод: BG. Собака Ass.
my mind and let me be a dog With my Dog A$$ Chorus: (Juvenile) B.G. go on with your Dog A$$ Boy you know you wrong with Dog A$$ (B.G. aka Baby Gangsta
' on my group bitch! [Eminem] For whatever it's worth it's worth me havin my ass whipped Cause I'ma have the last lift that ever gets ass squished I
fuck with us, you get hit from base bat, motherfucka g’ed up, straight from the b’ed up, roll around and get your ‘cedes straight g’ed up, d cups is
my B-I Niggaz wanna be me, yeah I can see why Told y'all How I used to roll and see Clive Hop off the G-4, hop in the G-5 But since niggaz wanna copy
(feat. Bun B, Paul Wall, Mistah F.A.B.) "Sippin, sippin on lean, sippin, sippin on bo'" [Bun B] Comin down grippin grain, diamonds up against the wood
i-n is my s-i-n ("burning our black skin") (repeat 2x) [w.c.] Who’s that janky-ass nigga with last? Standing like a g pissing on america’s flag Dub
no me y'all) All I need (I.N.C.) need is you There's no me (Jah) Yeah - you talk to these niggaz Gotti (Irv) B-b-b-blastin! I'm blastin.. (Jah) Whattup
way on the other side I hit B.G. on the celly And told him that the bitch was all good and you have it not to telly [B.G.] Bitch hold on do I know she
me dog Catch 'em so low, they geezy, don't shock me dog Well get the fuck, slide on out the way And let B.G. ease down the shinin linen Let the diamonds
[Intro] Act a ass wit it, back ya ass wit it Act a ass wit it, back ya ass wit it Act a ass wit it, back ya ass wit it [Verse 1: Lil Wayne] You know
(Intro) Act a ass wit it, back ya ass wit it Act a ass wit it, back ya ass wit it Act a ass wit it, back ya ass wit it (Verse 1: Lil Wayne) You know
back up for par Dolce jar Girls and Bob dog, what's up with the bar Midori forty-five degrees with cigar (uh huh) V.I.P., B.I.G. here we are (that's right
least an hour late I'm so fresh I should be arrested new Tody Chester with my nuts on your chest b-tch she said "hey 'Ye" I said "Yes B-tch" damn I'm
off my mind And all you thugs with your war stories startin' to bore me I ain't tryin' to hear about your guts and glory I'm tryin' to hear B.I.G. and
treat, nigga ain't no love. Ain't no way in hell, you'll buck with B.G. Knocc Out, Flesh, and ah Mo' Thug, str8 up.(Chorus) B.G. Knocc Out-Verse 5
