paroles de chanson Lac Dogs and Hogs ((Album Version)) - Nappy Roots
(Yes)
Oh
yes
it's
them
Lac
Dogs,
Caddy
Hogs
and
D.T.S.'s
(Oh
yes)
It's
them
Lac
Dogs,
Caddy
Hogs
and
D.T.S.'s
Skinny
talkin
bout
that
wood
with
that
custom
leather,
bangin
down
I-65
Slaw
and
slum
but
dubs
are
better,
who
you
think
gon'
keep
it
live?
It's
Nappy
bitch,
what
have
to
come
Pay
attention,
learn
your
lesson,
yup
We
them
country
folk
with
Caddy
Hogs
and
D.T.S.'s,
Lac
Dogs
What
you
think
that
Nappy
gon'
be
broke
forever?
Shit
naw
Hit
the
bank
and
cashin
in
on
old
investments
What,
you
ain't
know
about
them
country
fried
sessions?
Does
that
Likwit
hit
in
'97
+Answer+
all
yo'
+Questions+?
Kentucky's
on
the
map
now,
who
you
think
done
gave
directions?
From
the
top
and
back
down,
we
rep
the
country
to
perfection
Don't
it
look
so
slum
with
55
from
New
York
down
to
Texas?
Hella
poor
straight
from
the
South
and
haters
must
respect
this
(Let
me
tell
you
about
it)
When
I
first
got
my
baby
she
could
barely
start
A-hand-me-down
from
a
real
O.G.,
all
day
she
stayed
in
park
Almost
never
did
she
drive
Born
in
1979
And
she
weighed
about
a
ton
Big
ol'
body
built
to
run
First
thing
I
done,
hauled
her
over,
had
her
hummin
G
notes
Underneath
her
hood,
hundreds
of
horses
powered
her
ego
Her
government
name
was
Coup
Deville
but
I
called
her
Miss
Piggy
Top
her
with
some
(?)
and
fit
her
for
some
twenties
(twenties)
Playas
hate
that
I
be
trickin
like
she's
all
that
I'm
love
with
So
we
took
her
to
the
edge
and
shoved
it
and
still
"Ball
out
on
a
Budget"
Dug
in
her
guts,
laced
her
up
with
leather
and
wood
Together
it
go
good,
us
country
boys
forever
stay
hood
You
shove
that
shit
that
go
bump
bump
bump
bump
And
ya,
shake
the
lock
off
her
muh'fucker
trunk
When
ya,
hit
the
block
make
her
muh'fucker
jump
Roll
your
window
down,
stop,
look
like
somethin
like
a
pimp
Roll
that
window
back
up,
and
show
'em
they
reflection
and
their
ultrafade
Then
chop
on
that
sucka
like
Wesley's
+Blade+
Escalade
D.T.S.,
switch
it
up,
keep
them
haters
on
they
toes
Red
Rolls,
Fleetwood
hoes
Can't
believe
it,
when
they
see
them
twenty
fo's,
believe
it
My
ham
and
cheese
the
freshest
Now
what
I'm
talkin
bout?
I
give
you
three
guesses
You
feel
the
wind,
don't
ya?
You
hear
the
tires
squallin
Kentucky,
Colorado,
Boston
down
to
New
Orleans
Big
bodies
get
it
done,
Dodge
Ram
preferably
Cause
they
do
run
run,
they
do
run
run
Black
magic,
lookin
better
then
Wesson
fryin
a
pan
of
fish
Gangsta
leanin
like
they
do
in
Los
Angeles
(that's
gangsta)
Adjective,
describin
what
I'm
rollin
in
Them
country
fellas
ain't
gon'
stop
it,
we
on
the
road
again
God
damn,
yes
I
am,
the
thriller
with
the
skrilla
Got
plans,
Pac
fan
+Strictly
4 my
N.I.G.G.A.Z.+
Stop
starin,
we
not
playin
Armor
color
kryptonite
Rims
nice
but
thank
God
our
dreams
came
to
life
Fast
roller,
cash
swoll
up
The
mind
mold
up
The
crowd
hold
us
Soldiers
quick
to
throw
they
rags
when
I
roll
up
Dimes
is
quarters
Sell
liquor,
my
rhymes
is
colder
Prophet
never
look
this
fine
since
I
grinded
Cola
Roll
up
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1 Intro/Good God Almighty ((Internet Version))
2 Nappy Roots Day ((Album Version))
3 Roun' The Globe
4 Lac Dogs and Hogs ((Album Version))
5 Sick and Tired ((Album Version))
6 Twang
7 Leave This Morning ((Album Version))
8 Work In Progress
9 Push On ((Album Version))
10 No Good ((Album Version))
11 These Walls - Dirty MC Edit
12 War/Peace ((Album Version))
13 Roll Again ((Album Version))
14 What Cha Gonna Do? (The Anthem)
15 Light and Dark (With Music Interlude/Outro) ((Internet Version))
16 Roun' the Globe ((Collipark Mix))
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