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Backyard Dog

over cars, let the choir sing [Verse 10 - The Game] Yo, it's that black raw, black dog, pulling up on that black home Compton that's my backyard That

on my chest, my tools and my piece 'Thug Life', motherfucker, gotta me runnin' from the police Nigga, you know that's true Catch a nigga like K-Dog,

She tried to make me cum, but I was tryin to take her home Dropped you off and seen you fishin on your raggedy Brougham Coulda thumped you and the dog

's up My mucking head blew up My chins in an old man's backyard I gotta sneak threw his yard To find the motherfucker And he's gotta pit bull dog And

wants to lick the spoon?" Yellow jackets on the watermelon, honeysuckle in the air Daddy turning on the sprinkler Us kids running through it in our underwear Old dog

Not coincidentally, intentionally 'Cause mentally I represent the key But it's a double-edged sword See tryin' to be godly is hard Especially in poverty's backyard

up, back the block up Cop killers, clap at coppers, blast at choppers Pass the vodka, listen, don't ever mention Dash or Hoffa It's a Harlem thing dog

groupie live the laverish life, u can call it how u see it, you can have it ya like? boss dogg boss hog baby pimpin on cars pool fill of sharks backyard

dog who doesn't care His mother stretches to reach the clothes line While a mean neighbor leans on the population sign Non-stop through the backyards