Every Dog Has His Day song by Bloods & Crips from Primary Album Album not found. The music is composed and produced by Joel. Genre is G-Funk, Gangsta Rap, Rap music. The Record company is unknown. Released on None.
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Every Dog Has His Day Meaning
| [[Verse 1: AWOL] I wanna kill a Slob it’s the fifth of the month Blue rag on my head, on my side, on the front Blue Pumas on my feet, blue khakis on my ass Black Glock in my hand just in case I gotta blast, see You get gaffled like a bitch if you chit chat The A-K 47 put him on his back Broke him down to his motherfuckin’ mainframe Dropped top forehead lookin’ at that Slob’s brain I Make a Slob break out in a sweat Cause I’m a Kelly gangsta A-K-A a walkin’ threat B.G. niggas do it the most, I got my A-K Ready and steady servin’ Slobs problems Loc How in the fuck can I mix with the Inglewood?! I only got love for third of my own hood Killin’ when I’m rollin’ with my niggas Not just any niggas but them killa Slob niggas Fuckin’ with a Kelly Park Crip now you know I give a Slob a home on Palmer when bullets roll Ain’t no more steppin’ through the smog nor creepin’ through the fog I’m a motherfuckin’ Loc sayin’ fuck all Dogs Every Dog has his day, every Dog has his day… (I’m a Dog killa, I’m a Dog killa, I’m a B-Dog killa) [Verse 2: G-Bone] Slobs better cicc cacc and pay a fuck attention I’m crippin’ through your hood on a Slob killin’ mission Strap on my lap all ready to get kizz-ocked From Compton all to the other side I’m makin’ Slob drop Raise out the window pull the trigga and I blast Pump some of that lead in a Slob nigga ass The nigga rolled over and I shot him in the fuckin’ jaw Hollow shells in my shit, blew his shit the fucked off Mr. gang bang motherfucker boogie bitch Slob nigga don’t slip cause I’mma cock the set trip Snoop should have knew I was a trigga happy nigga Original Baby Gangsta Atlantic Drive Crip gang member I’m a straight motherfuckin’ Brim murderer Not a peace makin’ nigga, but a stone cold killa A nigga called Bone that’s a motherfuckin’ hog A loc’d out Crip B-K nigga fuck a Dog! , [Hook] [Verse 3: Cixx Pac] Shiiiit Now I’m a menace from the past kickin’ ooo-lob Toss a blue rag in their dice game and watch ’em catch whiplash Damn flood who did it and I’mma bank him And while I’m blastin’ I’m yellin’ out FRANKLIN! See I’m a soldier thought I done told ya And everytime you slip I’mma peel up fool You Snoops think they slick Tryin’ to creep Through the park But the nigga Six Pac ??? like tiger sharks They sniff a mack Then roll ’em up like that bomb ?And win their daughters like a Watts Loc Vietnam Leavin’ a killa dead bodies nigga draped in red But that’s O-K a motherfucker look better dead California Revolution Independent Pistol Slinger Watts Franklin Crip O.G. gangbanger A 44 Mag to the dome when I take him home Boom! Boom! on the corner another Slob is gone [Hook] , [Verse 4: Troll Loc] Look who you stuck with A Kelly you don’t wanna fuck with So Slobs duck quick cause I’m fits to fuck up shit And it’s a must I kill D-O-G’s Dead rags gettin’ served tryin’ to fuck with these Two C’s Puttin’ ’em on their goddamn backs Slob fools throw back when I’m packin’ a Gat Set trippin’ if you caught In your colors dead shirt Dead pants leaves a dead motherfucker So all Snoops better bang with some caution Tuck your rags in don’t get killed tryin’ to floss it Sportin’ that bullshit Will get your card pulled quick Test me if you will and I’m passin’ with full clips And Another die-‘Ru lies Restin’ In Pieces Put my Gat to his mouth and made his bitch ass eat it So when you see a B.G Drop down and pray Cause every motherfuckin’ Dog is fits to have his day [Hook] , [Verse 5: Big Freeze & Bronco] Crips bustin’ shots from Glocks to Slobs steady droppin’ Killin’ off all Slobs cause see Cuz it ain’t no peace poppin’ Eastside Watts madness Snoop buster Crip 4 life Do or die And for death MOTHERFUCKER! Servin’ you Slobs on a day to day basis Can’t floss on real boss so Watt’s up with your bitch trick? Down with the Franklin Fudge Front Crip murder skills nigga Off jack next the flex with that itchy trigga finger that kills As I snatch the trigga of the Tec or A-K As I spray Cause all dogs have a day To die you know why punk fool this is Crip Give it up What that F like bow down to the set trip From sun up – to sun down From Franklin – to Fudge Town Should’ve been a Crip cause Slob niggas get beat down This is the life of a loc’d out slanger Active gang banger that keeps one in the chamber So hip hip a motherfuckin’ ray I’m soul takin’ fuck peace makin’ every Dog will have his day [Hook]] |
