Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Dog Days, artist - Redneck Souljers. Date of issue: 05.11.2015
Age restrictions: 18+
Song language: English
Dog Days |
| Dear lord I’ve got to see some change 'cause the man in the mirrors got a mask |
| on his face |
| Father forgive me for my sinful ways I’m just tired of being treated like a |
| damned ol' stray |
| But every dog has his days |
| And I’ma make it mine |
| Man I’m sick and tired of being sick and tired but I’ma give this shit one last |
| try |
| Riding into town and my eyes are wide |
| and my mouth is dry |
| Desperate times call for desperate measures |
| Desperado seeking treasure |
| But I ain’t found this buried in the ground |
| I looked around and I feel dumb founded |
| I met up with Hubb right outside of those gates |
| Cause were pissed off of being pissed on by |
| Rich boys with silver plates |
| But we’ll stake our claim |
| Here and now listen up and I’ll tell you how |
| I’ma go first with this sawed off |
| And if there’s anyone left you gonna take 'em out |
| Here’s the plan |
| Hit the safe gonna break it down |
| First off we gon' stand Hubb in that thing like he’s from outta town |
| And put the money down |
| Like he wants a brand new ticket for the lottery |
| He’ll scratch it off then hit the door |
| And then commitence the robbery |
| Busted in the door and let’s the buck shots sing |
| with the safe starts feeling like a dream |
| Watched her hit the wall she probably won’t feel a thing |
| But Hubb looked back at me like «what the he’ll did I just see» |
| Dear lord I’ve got to see some change cause the man in the mirrors got a mask |
| on his face |
| Father forgive me for my sinful ways I’m just tired of being treated like a |
| damned ol stray |
| But every dog has his day |
| And I’ma make it mine |
| Rolled up in the town on a black stallion |
| 400 horse on the gas gallon |
| Tumble weeds |
| Hit the brakes |
| Dusty breeze |
| Dismount, hit the ground with them guns out |
| And the suns out |
| Its high noon somebody might loose their life soon |
| Cause I need a break but can’t seem to catch one |
| Bullets are gonna fly if I don’t get some cash soon |
| I have to, 'cause I’d hate to show y’all a bad dude |
| But man I’m really getting pissed off |
| So broke I ain’t even got a piss pot |
| I’ma get mine with the six shot |
| As the reason were making this little pit stop |
| Yeah |
| So I laid my money on the on the counter top it’s |
| So quiet you could hear a penny drop |
| Then I start to sweat man grab a handkerchief |
| From my jacket pocket |
| Cashier says «whatcha need honey?» |
| Lottery ticket here’s my money |
| When she hands it to me |
| Next thing I know poor girl laying down bleeding out |
| In front me ears ringing as the sinners enter |
| The room in the back with the safe was centered |
| Look down in dismay cause it was all In vain |
| The lotto ticket was a winner |
| Twenty thousand |
| Plain as day |
| Now there blood on my hands can’t wash away |
| Ya know what they say |
| Every dog has his day |
| Man what’s the hold up we’ve done the hold up |
| Hit the safe that’s where the money’s stowed up |
| Man I know but this tickets loaded |
| We killed somebody this plan has blown up |
| No time to waste man fuck the safe let’s get somewhere |
| Where nobody knows us |
| Jump out the window! |
| Woah! |
| Guess who showed up |
| Hit the ground with the glass shards |
| 5−0 flying in like Nascar |
| We bit the dust then started running |
| Half way to the car they started gunning |
| Blood pouring outta my nose cause they shot our asses we froze up |
| We looked around dropped to the ground |
| Next thing ya know we woke up |
| Dear lord I’ve gotta see some change cause the man in the mirrors got a mask on |
| his face |
| Father forgive me for my sinful ways I’m just tired of being treated like a |
| damned ol stray |
| But every dog has his days |
| And imma make it mine |