Nhạc sĩ: Darold Brown, Rakim Mayers, Frank Parra | Lời: Darold Brown, Rakim Mayers, Frank Parra
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Where my dogs at? We right here, dawg Where my dogs at? Right here, dawg Where my dogs at? We right here, dawg Now where my dogs at? I said get at me, ain't talkin' to you niggas with that rap beat Get at me, ostrich skin seats like it's acne Get at me, never tacky, jeans made by acne *** governor Pataki's and Pataki's It's about to get uglier than Balenciaga's Felt bad I never finished college Now we ***in' cuties with booties and dappin' den silk pajamas Livin' a dream, open up your eyelids Me and Flocka on the island with a few bad bitches Help my cousin make a meal off a Durag Venice All my dogs with the ***, you with a few cat litters All the yellow with the black like the Wu-Baks Back when I was wet in beds, I was still catchin' head If I was bustin' dishes, I'd be still ***in' people Boot pack, get rapped just like Christmas Gone for a minute, now I'm back, did you miss me? Had the whole Harlem world wearin' underarmors, under the armors I'm a pretty mother***in' comma, gorgeous comma Pretty much about to *** your mama Kinda runnin' late for this meetin' with Obama I ain't mean it to rhyme, but call me when your mind right Meet me with your rompers, see me when the vibe right More money, more problems, more choppa, more drama Man, I got these hoes, better like Mobama Where my dogs at? We right here, dawg Where my dogs at? We right here, dawg Where my dogs at? We right here, dawg Where my dogs at? We right here, dawg Who gon' do what? My dawgs gon' chew up Nigga, look out, cause look down like, what you for? And we don't give two ***s Where I'm from, you lunch, you food Niggas caught your bluff Pockets worn by the security guard, too buff I like my song screwed up I hold a go-to brush, I get my go-to buck I'ma stomp a nigga out in Tibalan, Nubuck Young buck, too buck Benz truck, new truck Big horns, too buck More good than Cuba They try to hit us like Huey with the armpits up But we swerve to the bullets, get your targets up Hood pump up in this bitch and trap long, we drunk Now where my dogs at? We right here, dawg Where my dogs at? We right here, dawg Where my dogs at? We right here, dawg Now where my dogs at? We right here, dawg I said, get at me Ain't talkin' to you niggas with that rap beat Get at me Off your skin seats like it's acne Get at me Never tacky, jeans made by Acne *** lovin' up a tacky, he's in Pataki *** lovin' up a tacky, he's in Pataki