Texty:
Street Dogs When It Ends

cool I should have known that I would play the fool Over and over, I said, I'd never do it again But I think I like the pain When it ends When it ends it

cool I should have known that I would play the fool Over and over, I said I'd never do it again But I think I like the pain When it ends When it ends it

words and I'm shooked in them interviews I been accused of not care'n When the city threw your furniture out It's not fair when I'm learnin' about how

at my family tree, so now I love it when you niggaz be talkin', sayin' my name Seems like your mouth is not connected to your brain Two zero zero three, and shit, it

a two-car garage {*CRUNCH*} Hoppin out wit two broken legs, tryin to walk it off "Fuck you too bitch, call the cops!" I'ma kill you and them loud ass motherfuckin barkin dogs And when

he ever comin' back home She said you straight young nigga Take a look in the mirror I was there when you was gone Now back to the streets, where young

I would see his fall in the end Pay a man to paint pictures on the wall of my friends 1990's sins, It was all for tha ends Ends for tha rims, Rims for

criminals Bout to slay em out the pocket Watch it, got to calmly load it Cock it, pop it, shot it, head exploded And he owed it The murder he wrote it

fried from hydro Two choices, bass off or either die slow We all scholars when it's time to clean a dirty dollar Attack the boards, it's like a rotweiler