Vertaling: US5. Katten en honden.
remember Oh yeah, I remember dem hoe's dat night We wuz at da beacon right, Chris Tucker performing All of us wuz in der outside it wuz stormin' Cats and Dogs
my dogs pack thangs And plus we love to ball Dont want no problem with you homie I mean none at all (not at all) And to my rich cats with them big
wanna contact me and get wit me but still end up being mad 'cause i charge fifty and as for you suka, you can keep those rapz and Screw your awardz, my
blade and take a chunk up out you Chase the driver that's trying to save you and lace em with the scalpel Break your adam's apple and clap you and leave
and forget with an elephant memory Coz You-Know-Who snatched the mic from You-Know-Who But lets keep that between me and you! Me and JMT, Rippers that
a wet shirt Then if you walkin' through Foster and Taft Flossin' that cash and gangstas put the torch to your ass And I can't forget AK and Wagner My dogs
The incense drifts past the skins and shells Ruby waves goodbye And runs to the valleys That are beautiful And drenched with rain and colours And green
and where wild dogs sing tailor-made lullabies tried by my offspring I'll bring the butterflies and he can bring the centipedes and she'll bring the cadavers set em' free and
four-footed friends. Lions and tigers, cats and dogs, A goat and a cow and a couple o' hogs. A rhinoceros and of course a hippopotamus And, oh yes, a
way i realize the ropes of rain well the cats and dogs they love to play on the handsome fella with the umbrella who wants to save you your day and i
You know I roll with sharks, and dogs that bite and only supposed to bark [Hook - Repeat 3x] Knuckle up! If you see us, cop a plea and duck Knuckle
was probably 10 years old when I learned to disassemble then reassemble a semi-auto matic pistol blind fold! [Verse 5: Tech N9ne] (1-5-1) They call
the mood for bustin' dumpin' accross the Missou And get to huntin' for Kevin East the oo-oo And nigga you knew the Rogue Dawgs rule! Your so called truths get battered and
rules I bring And the things we take And the jobs we hold And the land we stole And a buck or two And the love for you And the things you do [x5] I
All my dogs pack thangs Aand plus we love to ball Dont want no problem with you homie I mean none at all (not at all) And to my rich cats with them big
