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letra de dogz & hogz - ap. 9

[intro]
f-ck it, we all dogs (in here)
n-gga we all hogs
f-ck with [?] (sup n-ggas?)
mob figaz n-gga

[verse 1: bailey]
where my n-gga at? (right here!)
let’s ride! ap.9 with a ap.9 on his waistline
real n-gga! i got his back and he got mine
real life f-ck the rest what i feel like
i still write perfect and spit the heat
know about the dirt before it even hit the street (n-gga)
why pretend? bailey run with the livest men
f-ck a snitch n-gga give me five or ten
for win w-lly hen, chuck and young g
p3, eric b, the quinn and ap
i kick sh-t likе bruce, so they call me bai-lеy
and when it comes to ho’s? f-ck you, pay me!
lately i had to check a few ho’s for talkin’ down
they used to run around these blocks they walk now
all my frisco, san jose, vallejo, sac and o n-ggas
go getters, l.a. san di-e-go n-ggas
the pimps, dealers, thieves and dome splitters
put your middle finger up in the air and say it wit’ us
for my flesh, my cousin my fam
bye n-gga! my brotha [?] missin’ him

[chorus: bailey & ap.9]
don’t trust us b-tch we all dogs!
don’t trust us n-gga, we all hogs!
thugs, untouchable n-ggas with mean mugs
look out [?] get took out!

[verse 2: ap.9]
b-tch i’m a dog, i’m a dog b-tch
i’ma dog a b-tch and let her crawl (crawl b-tch)
you n-ggas hoggin’ a b-tch i can not fall
my game too tall, n-ggas done p-ssed me off
now i gotta tell ’em what i’m about like whoa
n-ggas wanna fonk with f-ckin’ caliko
everywhere i go you know i’m stayin’ on my toes
and if you don’t believe me come and look at what i drove
and if these n-ggas want me i got something for a foe
these thugs been exposed i got something for his song
give her to w-lly hen and he gon’ put her on a stroll
call big win and he gon’ give me a ki of coke
and if i hit that quinn think them n-ggas smoked
i’m buyin’ for my n-ggas in [?]
on treppie loc i’m suppyin’ all my n-ggas with the guns and go to war
stupid mothaf-ckas, mothaf-ckas you ain’t know? (dumb dumb dumb dumb)
this is for my n-ggas and them k!llas in the [?]
[chorus: bailey & ap.9]
don’t trust us b-tch we all dogs!
don’t trust us n-gga, we all hogs!
thugs, untouchable n-ggas with mean mugs
look out first n-gga that hate get took out!

[verse 3: big rich]
yeah i’m from gangsta grove, where every thang is sold
from cocaine to hop, p-ssy and rocks the danger zone
last man standin’ came to f-ck up your plan ‘n
i need a piece of all the action so let’s get a understandin’
you can rap about all the dirt you’ve done
but when my dirty n-ggas see you, they gon’ give you one
i’m in the lab all day tryna get my album done
and when it gets released, there’s gon’ be problems on the streets
n-ggas mad [?] cause we touchin’ on ya freaks ‘n
not really carin’ bustin’ nuts on ya sheets ‘n
finally seein’ money, well it’s our turn to eat
and we the rawest young n-ggas bustin’ raps on the beat
i f-ck with double d, lou, bail’ and devo
five live n-ggas rest in peace to t-bo
with ap’s n-ggas got no other choise but to hang you
but it’s gon take a bunch of y’all just to take me, n-gga

[chorus: bailey & ap.9]
don’t trust us b-tch we all dogs!
don’t trust us n-gga, we all hogs!
thugs, untouchable n-ggas with mean mugs
look out first n-gga that hate get took out!
don’t trust us b-tch we all dogs!
don’t trust us n-gga, we all hogs!
thugs, untouchable n-ggas with mean mugs
look out first n-gga that hate get took out!

- ap 9

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