Screwheads - I Miss My Dog lyrics

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Screwheads - I Miss My Dog lyrics

[Chorus] My n***a gone, in the physical life That don't mean I can't fly you a kite See, I don't know if I ever told you I love you But n***a I do [Big Pokey] I miss my dog, wish I could kiss my dog When I heard you clocked out, I was pissed off dog I sit back, reminisce with Cold Jack Smoke it, looking at Kodaks Pictures and thangs, photo albums and picture frames Kin folk, I miss you man Still got your number locked in my cell phone (28-2686-18-6) my n***a gone Holding on, S.U.C. holding it down Banging Screw, mobbing through H-Town My nine, know you done bumped into P-A-T Hook up with Pac, B.I.G. and Eazy-E Sweets, wanna let y'all know we in mash mode Bout to tear the rap industry a new a** hole Wrecking shop, just like it's supposed to go Put that on my n***a, Mafio [Chorus - 2x] [Chris Ward] O.G.'s in my hood use to hit Screw's house Chop a gang of music till the mics blew out They would spit flows, about how they would hit hoes And whop swangers working 16 switches on 6-4's It's been seven years, since we first met And six years, since I first jumped on tape and repped my set Then you labeled me, a young lyrical threat And this is for those, who haven't witnessed the miracle yet Me and my bro Sensei, we about to take over And give this game, a Mobstyle makeover Thanks to you Screw sh**, I'm who I am And how they feel about Texas, I don't give a damn This message is from your B.G., young thug C. Ward I stay repping you, it's one love Fore' my world comes to an end, I'm going out with my men Screwed Up Click setting a trend [Chorus - 2x] [Big Pokey] I miss making tapes at 6 in the morn Leave go to Franks, come back till you home Gone, n***as taking aces straight, to the dome Falling asleep, on the phone Ace game in the garage, I'ma put your name on the Plates of my narge, because of you I'm large And my name is still swelling D. June 27, 9-6 is still selling S.U.C. for life, it's hard to stay strong When I see your wife, holding it down One deep, getting f**ed up rolling around A young n***a smoking and crying Toking pine, trying to get my head right Late night, a n***a running red lights I'm all right, I know you in a better spot This your n***a Sensei, signing out [Chorus - 4x]

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