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letra de joshua:6/rev 4080 (watch the dog) - ashonte "dolo" lee

… this doberman said to himself “i been waiting for this”
and proceeded to turn his little vice every which way but loose
gave him a fairly good whuppin
he went back up on the porch slowly and sat down and wiped his brow and said “[-phew…] who the
h-ll left the gate open? “
[v.1]
in a different land a simple man rolls up a spliff
given the plans for him and his he knows this moment is a gift
he won’t sugar coat it he know it was never sweet
but sticking around to fight it til indictments come was never me
it’s nothin to revel at
based out the place where they hold the metal at
sewer rats, snakes, southern devils…
packs
a g to a key was the key to a g but i skipped it
but to get bread and the biscuit wasn’t afraid to get the biscuit
[v.2]
wasn’t tryin to be too prolific let’s skip straight to business
i done kicked wit harder n-ggas than myself but my pitch
do what’s gotta be done i don’t make no excuses for sh-t
n-ggas two-bit i’m too legit so why should i quit
it’s hammer time
put 2 in the air for my n-ggas down in the slammer i’m reppin for mrs. graham, miss johnson, and
ruby
who saw the potential in some youngins your memory move me
love for ya sons and the light from them suns exactly what produced me
my days of blindness behind
my history gospel truth
and bringing h-llfire up in booth
don’t lose a tooth
f-ckin wit vickie’s boy floor to neck d-ckie down to the kicks
toe creasin on my k-swiss
brian taught me to make the switch
southside gave me the game
g tommy gave me my 6
22 under the pillow mom sick or pulling a shift
duckin the pigs and n-ggas tryin to get me
flow getting crispy and the pen and the pad i kept em wit me pump bumpin biggie (baby)
doin dirt by my lonely since homie rode up on me over some thangs
my lady donet lost my baby i’m barely holdin in the screams
run work
run home do homework grades dipped and i hit the bricks
vic told me no pillow talkin that’s you, but that’s still a b-tch
talent show came
and we goin crazy when we get in
pulled up, jumped on stage… (duh-dunna-dunh-duuunh)
no bark coz my bite rip the flesh from the bone
put some respek on it and respect mine b-tch i’m columbus’ own

- ashonte dolo lee

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