The Game, Kobe - Cats And Dogs lyrics
[The Game, Kobe - Cats And Dogs lyrics]
Welcome to the Republic, of Cali-i-for-nia
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Not what you feared then bitch
You gon' learn to shut yo' mouth
Cause we gon' eat now, now
Now, now
Fuck yo' feelings bitch
Just gon' huff yo' acid here
And roll this shit 'round
Hold this shit down
Come move them thangs for me babyyyyy
Across town, town
And make sure they touch down
Eeee, ahhh, just make it in town
Then make sure they touch down
Touch down
Uh huh; I need a gangster
Bitch nigga I ain't lyin
I'm talkin when I fuck she scream
You hear sirens
No domestic violence (violence)
Just domestic dominance
So let me ice you out so
When you slidin down the pole
Doin your Magic City thing yo'
Neck and wrist glow
I'm dreamin, she ain't a stripper
She a classy girl
Gon' off that Patron, she my nasty girl
First name Rachal, last name Jones
You related to Nas? Girl
Queens my second home
You know you
(Prince Akeem) come with a (Semi)
We can tear it up
Weekend in Cannes, then we
(Coming to America)
Wear them Jimmy Chus but she love that Gucci
Never been to A T-L but she love that
(Gucci, brrr)
She taught me how to cook Cajun
I taught her how to cook crack
And I chopped it on her back
Now tell me where they do that?
I put her on a Greyhound
She know she better stay down
Ride or die like my Bentley man
This bitch'll never break down
She my "Bust It Baby" you should
See her bust a trey pound
Love Roc-A-Fella so much she won't
Even call me Jay now
She roll my weed man, like she my wingman
Then we get high
Play Tiger Woods on that weed damn
Love is four season, haters 365
In the game cats and dogs
Keep your bitch by your side
Got a hardtop Lambo' when the
Rain start to pour
Not the rain outside, talkin the rain indoors
Her girlfriend told her
That I was creepin with a stripper
Told her I was courtside
Watchin the whack ass Clippers
Bitch please! I'm a Laker fan
And Kobe that's my nigga
Keep my grass cut so I can
See when the snake slither
Shit came out of nowhere like Khloe and Lamar
Kinda got a nigga thinkin maybe I'm
I let her drive the Range on our first date
She the first one to put
Me on that Drake mixtape
"I just wanna be successful baby"
Take you out them Hudson Jeans
And redress you baby
We can walk down Rodeo, turn around
You on Melrose
Fly to New York in the winter
And try on some Timbos
Or we can hit South Beach
Fuck with Ross and Timbo
The world is cherry pie and we can
(Slice) it up like (Kimbo)
You cook the rock, I break it
Down, I wrap it up
You weigh them pounds
I make the car, you start the car
We can drive it out of town
I'm your nigga right? And you my bitch
(yeah)
Even if they lock me up
She gon' get them brakes there
When we get tired
We hit the truck stop and sit there
And zip my 501's and
She gon' put her lips there
The memoirs of a perfect bitch
You gotta hold them down even if it's
While you're here, you can get updates
And snap a picture with us on Instagram
At DJ Skee - I can't say "Hi!"s name!
Y'all ain't gon' get me in trouble, hehe
Facebook, Twitter, @TheGame
@DJSkee, follow us! As we lead you with this
Not what you feared then bitch
You gon' learn to shut yo' mouth
Cause we gon' eat now, now
Now, now
Fuck yo' feelings bitch
Just gon' huff yo' acid here
And roll this shit 'round
Hold this shit down
Come move them thangs for me babyyyyy
Across town, town
And make sure they touch down
Eeee, ahhh, just make it in town
Then make sure they touch down
Touch down
Uh huh; I need a gangster
Bitch nigga I ain't lyin
I'm talkin when I fuck she scream
You hear sirens
No domestic violence (violence)
Just domestic dominance
So let me ice you out so
When you slidin down the pole
Doin your Magic City thing yo'
Neck and wrist glow
I'm dreamin, she ain't a stripper
She a classy girl
Gon' off that Patron, she my nasty girl
First name Rachal, last name Jones
You related to Nas? Girl
Queens my second home
You know you
(Prince Akeem) come with a (Semi)
We can tear it up
Weekend in Cannes, then we
(Coming to America)
Wear them Jimmy Chus but she love that Gucci
Never been to A T-L but she love that
(Gucci, brrr)
She taught me how to cook Cajun
I taught her how to cook crack
And I chopped it on her back
Now tell me where they do that?
I put her on a Greyhound
She know she better stay down
Ride or die like my Bentley man
This bitch'll never break down
She my "Bust It Baby" you should
See her bust a trey pound
Love Roc-A-Fella so much she won't
Even call me Jay now
She roll my weed man, like she my wingman
Then we get high
Play Tiger Woods on that weed damn
Love is four season, haters 365
In the game cats and dogs
Keep your bitch by your side
Got a hardtop Lambo' when the
Rain start to pour
Not the rain outside, talkin the rain indoors
Her girlfriend told her
That I was creepin with a stripper
Told her I was courtside
Watchin the whack ass Clippers
Bitch please! I'm a Laker fan
And Kobe that's my nigga
Keep my grass cut so I can
See when the snake slither
Shit came out of nowhere like Khloe and Lamar
Kinda got a nigga thinkin maybe I'm
I let her drive the Range on our first date
She the first one to put
Me on that Drake mixtape
"I just wanna be successful baby"
Take you out them Hudson Jeans
And redress you baby
We can walk down Rodeo, turn around
You on Melrose
Fly to New York in the winter
And try on some Timbos
Or we can hit South Beach
Fuck with Ross and Timbo
The world is cherry pie and we can
(Slice) it up like (Kimbo)
You cook the rock, I break it
Down, I wrap it up
You weigh them pounds
I make the car, you start the car
We can drive it out of town
I'm your nigga right? And you my bitch
(yeah)
Even if they lock me up
She gon' get them brakes there
When we get tired
We hit the truck stop and sit there
And zip my 501's and
She gon' put her lips there
The memoirs of a perfect bitch
You gotta hold them down even if it's