Текстове на песни:
Dream Ill Be Your Dog

't be here tomorrow flow, sorry, I will prob'ly adios My body with somebody toast This shit just practice, sickest rappin' Baptist, kill your pastor Steal your

ya You go get your partners 'cause I?m fit to drop a bug in your ear See what we have here is, uh, ruh, yeah The helluva ill type shit you fear That?

thing i'm on if you on the same shit i suggest you sing along my name is your boy where i be the rockstar i am living proof that your dreams are not

to the dome poted dank, fools its your choice niggas hate my face but they love my voice and just like that, i make them ball and nob kiss the hand of a true dog

case slung up over my back about to hit that dream road once again saw the vision in my mirror about how the spring time was getting nearer so ill be

edge of the industry dog and watch it burn It's Project Deadman comin from the underground Wicked is how we kick it arrested but never convicted Your

your getting drunk, I've been gettin honey And by tommorow night youll be hungover and sick And ill be at my home wit yo mama on my dick (Chorus) Your

go home, wash your kids up and put your tits away Me and my clique in motion, champagne and Alize Got your mind bubblin' crazy, wanna flip Cool J Spend your last on your

ll snatch Kim and tell Puff, "You wanna see her again?" Get your ass down to the nearest ATM I have dreams of fuckin an R&B bitch And I'll wake up early and bounce with all your