't tell me no God, I miss you so One thing you should know God, I love you so, oh Had way too much tonight I'm a mad dog at times like these Don't know
Tulkojums: Amerika. Mad Dog.
t tell me no God, I miss you so One thing you should know God, I love you so, oh Had way too much tonight I'm a mad dog at times like these Don
these are the tales, the Freaky Tales These are the Tales that I cherrish so well You don't like my dirty rap, you can go to hell Cause Short Dog's on
had to leave they family Overseas facing death everyday, missing they family Knowing that everybody that's going, ain't coming back My roll dog, took
got proof, spit truth in the club So the colleges man, we get so loose, what's the use? You slippin' duke, how America great when Iraq had no nukes Now
I thought this was America people! Uhh, yeah, guilty until proven innocent huh? That's how we workin' huh? Okay Before me there was many, after me there
uhhn-uuhhn-uhhn, nominated at awards Back in the days drivin' an Accord Everybody rise (Wu-Tang) (This slang) You know (this rhyme) you came to America
see the shotgun spit Ferrari roof go down, Lam doors go up I got big boy toys, when you gon' grow up? Nigga knick knack pattywack, give a dog a bone
map? And now he drags down miles in America Briefcase in hand The stove is creeping up his spine again Can't get enough trash He took the days for pageant Became as mad
Diamond wit Diamonds in her vagina And the E is for ever elegant Erica a sweet red bitch we used to call her Miss America I aint gon lie now Erika is a dog
people keep telling me? What do they tell you dog? The say you're a crazy nut, (word) here you are and you're trying to be rich in America. You crazy
til it's nauseous a raw dog orphan straight out of the orphanage often lost in a realm tryin to find cells strapped like a marksman with raps that'll off kids mad
first class, I fly standin on Virgin America's wing Nuts hang, knockin down skyscrapers Take a piss, make it rain, I'm the American dream Make it rain
our American pride And now we're coming with a gun and you know you're gonna run But you can't find no place to hide We're gonna hunt you down like a mad dog
spots like connect the dots From the lower Eastside, to way up top I got a map to express on the six, I found Where they got the raw, dog, smoke at Soundview
Likkle Kim 'longside Beenie Man (Zagga, zow, zow, zow) Bumba, star, yo, yo America, Caribbean, a matter a fact the world We're comin' at you Kim, where
the hoes are my opponent I gun you bitches down and now yo' niggas run and want it But I'm packin' something fo' you hoes in America Demon's in my body
