Текст песни Screwheads f Big Pokey, Chris Ward - I Miss My Dog
Screwheads f Big Pokey, Chris Ward - I Miss My Dog слова песни
[Chorus]My nigga gone, in the physical lifeThat don`t mean I can`t fly you a kiteSee, I don`t know if I ever told you I love youBut nigga I do[Big Pokey]I miss my dog, wish I could kiss my dogWhen I heard you clocked out, I was pissed off dogI sit back, reminisce with Cold JackSmoke it, looking at KodaksPictures and thangs, photo albums and picture framesKin folk, I miss you manStill got your number locked in my cell phone(28-2686-18-6) my nigga goneHolding on, S.U.C. holding it downBanging Screw, mobbing through H-TownMy nine, know you done bumped into P-A-THook up with Pac, B.I.G. and Eazy-ESweets, wanna let y`all know we in mash modeBout to tear the rap industry a new ass holeWrecking shop, just like it`s supposed to goPut that on my nigga, Mafio[Chorus - 2x][Chris Ward]O.G.`s in my hood use to hit Screw`s houseChop a gang of music till the mics blew outThey would spit flows, about how they would hit hoesAnd whop swangers working 16 switches on 6-4`sIt`s been seven years, since we first metAnd six years, since I first jumped on tape and repped my setThen you labeled me, a young lyrical threatAnd this is for those, who haven`t witnessed the miracle yetMe and my bro Sensei, we about to take overAnd give this game, a Mobstyle makeoverThanks to you Screw shit, I`m who I amAnd how they feel about Texas, I don`t give a damnThis message is from your B.G., young thug C. WardI stay repping you, it`s one loveFore` my world comes to an end, I`m going out with my menScrewed Up Click setting a trend[Chorus - 2x][Big Pokey]I miss making tapes at 6 in the mornLeave go to Franks, come back till you homeGone, niggas taking aces straight, to the domeFalling asleep, on the phoneAce game in the garage, I`ma put your name on thePlates of my narge, because of you I`m largeAnd my name is still swellingD. June 27, 9-6 is still sellingS.U.C. for life, it`s hard to stay strongWhen I see your wife, holding it downOne deep, getting fucked up rolling aroundA young nigga smoking and cryingToking pine, trying to get my head rightLate night, a nigga running red lightsI`m all right, I know you in a better spotThis your nigga Sensei, signing out[Chorus - 4x]