Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Road Dawgs , by - Eve. Release date: 31.12.1999
Song language: English
Road Dawgs |
| New Shit |
| (Uh, huh, check it out now) |
| Road Dawgs |
| Amil, Eve, Da Brat |
| (Amillion, E-V-E) |
| Jay-Z |
| (First Lady) |
| (Check it out, uh yo) |
| (Don't watch me nigga watch my bitches) |
| Ha ha |
| (Uh, huh) |
| (Uh huh, uh huh) |
| (Yeah, yeah, Roc-A-Fella that’s the clique) |
| (Nigga don’t watch me better watch my bitches) |
| I stay sick wit |
| Each ??? |
| flow like liquid shit |
| Harder than the dick get |
| Nigga flew his whole clan just to get wit |
| One touch nigga fiend for the clit lick |
| Don’t leave’em nothing but a quick fix |
| Me and money makers be the first pick and |
| Do the dirt quick and |
| Sexy thug keep get me warm make my toes twitch |
| Only fuck wit the raw you should know this |
| Ruff Ryde, but you scared of the stallion |
| Scheme for cream, me and Amillion |
| Carry rockets in my pockets, better step back |
| Put holes in ya back you can bet that, hustle for the dollar |
| Eve, like to cut you, make you holler |
| Play cuts for bucks and watch’em pile up You want more? |
| See me in the drop top it’s on Peach color pony head course |
| Player instinct, learned from my dogs |
| Save ya money baby I’ma take you to the mall |
| And I buy you something small |
| Maybe something negligen |
| Cartier, came fast in small things |
| What I need to survive is a peace of the pie, feel me E-V-E, capitalize |
| Taking the shit, making it mine |
| Big niggas in the game that’ll let us find |
| Put me up against anybody I shine |
| Taking my time for this line for line |
| Mad chart thugs wit yours crime for crime |
| Real bitches keeping it raw, about time |
| Chorus: 2xs |
| (Amil) |
| Where my hoes in this house who |
| Hold they niggas down who |
| Roll hard, y’all my road dawgs |
| (Hey) |
| Where my ladies in this place who |
| Hold they niggas space when |
| He locked up, throw ya baby glocks up |
| (Owh) |
| Crush shit |
| Before I even touch shit |
| Wit the princess cuts and shit |
| My niggas, Roc-a-Love for me Haters, make you think you can fuck wit me This rap shit is like drugs to me Nigga, need a fix leave it up to me All Money Is Legal |
| Roca y’all know how we do First class, all stretch out |
| Or, S-Class all sexed out |
| Got the cash, let’s be out |
| Bitch gone only do joints wit the best out |
| Most niggas can’t handle me So I strictly fuck wit family |
| Sports to death, ask Jigga |
| Don’t I only deal wit a high class nigga? |
| It’s a turn off if my cash bigger |
| Don’t blame me, blame my last nigga |
| Mother fucker kept me laced from the feet up Started off wit a pair of V studs |
| I be wifey no pre-nups |
| Still ended up wit the SE what |
| Windows down, seats back |
| Can’t catch me wit a sweet track |
| Co-writers don’t need that |
| 99 and I still ain’t meet my match |
| Feel me huh? |
| New Your and Philly huh? |
| the only ones that had a chance |
| Was the ones wit the cash advance |
| I tell 'em like this |
| Ain’t to many mother fuckers bad as me Bust at a nigga wit a rhyme or a nine wit a tragedy |
| When it cause catastrophes, will actually cause you to bleed |
| Fuck up anything you breathe, pass the weed |
| If a nigga proceed to step outta line I’m a gradually |
| Fill his anatomy wit bullet holes in his behind |
| I happen to be the type of bitch |
| Get a grudge I don’t budge and shit |
| And look at what I did in life as a kid |
| Wit thugs and pents |
| Now I got the knowledge of a college mother fucker |
| Wit a scholarship |
| At any degree my temperature get, boiling hot to freezing |
| When I release you can see the reason, I’m so cold |
| Niggas continuously rolling me beats to choke on Try-na get a smoke on High, cause I have to get it When you can never seeing me coming the Devils Advocate |
| Material hoe, keeping niggas dropping they draws |
| And fiending for more |
| Surrounded wit, diamonds around the wrist |
| Cruise the town in my six, bruising them every time I hit |
| And I ain’t try-na quit |
| If I do, you can never find another to fill my shoes |
| I prove you can’t duplicate this |
| Attempt to and lose |
| This little nigga been rocking the basement since I was about two |
| Pick up the pace quick, why worry about a replacement? |
| When I stepped in came wit my feet in the pavement |
| Leave niggas in amazement |
| And guess what the ingravement say? |
| Capital B-R-A-T was here and got paid all year |
| In a major way, fuck what the haters, fuck the tabloids |
| I spit on niggas, who try to steal my joy |