Lyrics:
Street Dogs One Of A Kind

to I know everything you want to hear So now I have the chance To say what's on my mind I know it doesn't mean much But it's still one of a kind See

want to I know everything you want to hear So now I have the chance To say what's on my mind I know it doesn't mean much But it's still one of a kind

's a hell of a job, when you marry the mob I put a ring on my finger and say goodbye to my kids Never ever will I be a legal citizen collectin' my dividends

I stay on my own street they might steer me wrong (girls all pause) [Roscoe] She say I'm young, but I'm cute The kind of guy she likes, in room 802444

ya'll Weak rhymes, same topics This one's for the streets, for the projects For my g's with the weed in the apartments For my dogs in the law hit with

I smoke weed in a cloud make my face in the sky I get blasted off the liquor, sell drugs, carry a 5th F**k with my dogs, till they put me in a morgue

resting alone Wishing you home, pictures of you flipping the chrome What kind of chic will leave her man when he out the zone Me without you is like a stickman without a

ain't nuthin but a part of the game They got us real fucked up Ain't nuthin but a part of the game, deal wit it [Napoleon] Life -- is a hustle, I got

is dry!" E: "Dogs gotta walk and birds gotta fly!" B: "It's a great kind of game to play with a friend!" E: "And now old buddy we've come to the end