Trae Tha Truth, Z-Ro, Billy Cook - Miss My Dawg lyrics

Ain't a damn thang changed
We still up in this game
And you know, I really miss my nigga Screw-U
Everyday it be the same
We holding down the name
If you haters guaranteed, that we gon do you
Cause I really miss my dog
I really miss my dog
I really miss my dog, I really miss my dog

You use to come, and scoop me in the sharp
From the trailer park in Hiram-Clarke
Rolling blue over blades
Daily many sherms we sparked
A lil' old playa steady fucking
With yellow to dark women
And we caught the munchies
Had to hit that Horse Chicken
And when everybody said fuck me
You stood next to me
Gave me some game, then he told me I was SUC
My nigga never had a hateful bone
In his body and all he said was yes
He never said no to anybody
I ain't never, had a friend like him
I'm feeling vacated by destiny
Wish I was in the wind like him
He took me to the Kappa for the first time
Plus the car show
Late night ripping up the mic
And sipping bar slow if I was doing bad
He would chunk me some ends
And if I was depressed
My dog'd get me laughing again
Telling me that I would make it
And he'd be behind me
Now every November 16th
Niggas can't find me

What would I be without Screw
The only who ever showed me the way
To get paid
For spitting rhymes and wrecking
Mics on the stage at the same time
The one who kept me keeping composure
Now I'm losing it tripping quick
With a chip on my shoulder
I remember living when we and you
Would come and scoop us
Telling us one day we would get big
When nobody knew us
It was destined for you to shine
Now the world Screwed up
We gon rep it to the full
Everyday we blued up
Everything been feeling different
It'll never be the same
Screw I promise it be hard
But I'm still holding down the name
We the team and now the Click
Is number one in the Dirty South
We them street
Them other niggas faking and selling out
That ain't right
But God knows we keeping your name alive
Niggas fly
They seen the opportunity when you died
Really though
These niggas blinding people with the fog
I ain't changed and I'ma rep you
And I really miss you dog

It's the G-M, and SLAB
And your boy Billy Cook, repping that BMG
Mo City Gray Tapes
Ain't the same without Screw
Dog, we really miss you on
The one's and two's
Even when you pulled up, in the candy blue
On chops, even made hating ass niggas have
To give you props
Because you gave back, to the streets
You gave back to the hood
And now we miss you my nigga

Feel me, we really miss you my dog
We really miss my dog, ooooooh ooooh oooooh
Yeeeeah, we really miss you DJ Screw oooooh
Y-e-eah yeah ay yeah, ooooooooh yeah
We really I miss my dog
Yeah I really miss my dog
I really miss my dog, I really miss my dog
I really miss my dog, I really miss my dog
I really miss my dog, DJ Screw yeeeeeeeeeeeah
S-L-A-B help me out, GM yeah Trae, Z-Ro
Ooh yeeeeeeeeeeah, oooooooooooh yeeeeeah
Yeeeeah-whooooooa, we really miss you my dog
Heeey ay heeey ha, heeey ay-yeeeeeeah yeah