Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song My Dogz Iz My Gunz, artist - Sticky Fingaz. Album song Black Trash: The Autobiography of Kirk Jones, in the genre Рэп и хип-хоп
Date of issue: 31.12.1999
Record label: Universal Music
Song language: English
My Dogz Iz My Gunz |
My dogs is my guns |
My dogs is my guns |
My dogs is my guns |
My dogs is my guns |
My dogs is my guns |
My dogs is my guns |
My dogs is my guns |
They attack any nigga that comes or any niggas that rings |
If my Glocks on safe that means my dogs on the leash |
Twenty shells in the clip, each bullet’s the teeth |
Keep my dogs starvin', they ain’t ate in days |
Keep my guns loaded, they can’t wait to spray |
My Glock is a Rot, my Four-Fifth is a Pit |
My D.E. |
a bullmaster, who wanna get bit? |
When my guns spark that means I let 'em loose in the park |
Now let’s see if your bite is as big as your bark |
My Nine against your Nine to the death, have a dogfight |
Foamin' at the mouthpiece, run the streets all night |
My dogs turn to razors up North |
They don’t wear collars, scratched the serial off |
No owner, no dogtag, my dogs is illegal |
They bite a hole in you so big you can see through |
My dogs will even bark at this whole click |
This a K-9, it eats it’s own shit |
They tried to put him to sleep, kids scared to pet 'em |
I just say «sick 'em» and it pulls of and gets 'em |
My fuckin' guns, my fuckin' guns! |
My dogs is my fuckin' guns! |
Rob you doggystyle with the gun in your back! |
My dogs is my fuckin' guns! |
My dogs is my guns, they’ll chase you if you run |
Clear out the party, and bite somebody |
They got niggas goin' to war for the cause |
And you don’t want my dogs to bark at ya’ll |
You don’t want my dogs to bark at ya’ll |
You don’t want my dogs to bark at ya’ll |
A dog ain’t a Man’s best friend, it’s a Mac Ten |
And my Mac Ten is my best friend |
It got niggas goin' to war for the cause |
And you don’t want my dogs to bark at ya’ll |
You don’t want my dogs to bark at ya’ll |
You don’t want my dogs to bark at ya’ll |
I got two dogs, one named Nigga, one named Bitch |
Bitch is the one with the pretty gold clip |
Nigga’s the one with the taped up grip |
I’ll make 'em empty simultaneous 'till you get hit |
Fuck fightin' in the streets, life is a struggle |
Put on a silencer, now they’re wearin' a muzzle |
I hate Puppies, little guns, I need power |
You small time, a .22, you a Chiwauwa |
Teeth growin', bullets we never run out of |
My dogs mate with new guns, I feed 'em gun powder |
They ain’t home trained, nor house broken |
Mouth open, droolin', that means the barrel is smokin' |
I walk my dogs every night, prime-meridian |
Bust under water, they can swim, amphibian |
Turn 'em to a sawed-off, get their ears chopped off |
My automatics a Pit with the locked jaw |
My dogs is my guns, I walk wit' 'em, talk wit 'em |
Go to court wit 'em, always in Newyork wit' 'em |
I never leave 'em, eat wit' em, sleep wit' 'em |
Sit 'em on the sink nigga, take a leak wit' 'em |
My dogs is my fuckin' guns! |
My dogs is my fuckin' guns! |
My dogs is my fuckin' guns! |
My dogs is my fuckin' guns! |
Bust your dogs, it’s your fuckin' guns! |