Rob Da Dog - Fresh Prince Lyrics
Yea
Aye
Yea treat me like the fresh price
Dog shit
Yea them hoes treat me like the
Off sunset boulevard born and raised
On the playground was where I chopped most of my plays up top
Poppin mollies I been geeked up all day
First time I ever had to do the folks was ninth grade Same summer got some pussy and I knocked it out the frame
Next winter police took a real nigga out da game Juvenile super wild cuz my dogs in this bitch too
In da Dayroom like damn bros how they get you Beat a nigga in some shower shoes
Left a chipped tooth
Everything they traumatized bout
I done went through
Drug dealer I'll get up witcha if the price right Gas baggage put a bitch to sleep nigga night night
Dig up under mamma kitchen sink for Kroger plastic cuz I couldn't afford no fancy shit to wrap it
That was back when I want really used to having Used to hit the farmer up so I can run off wit the cabbage
Took the profit off of that and bought a gun cuz I was lackin
And I'll this hoe fly til this bitch get to click clackin And I turnt to the dog and no bitch call me big daddy
And I just took her to McDonald's for a chicken patty
The bitch was happy
Off sunset boulevard born and raised
On country drive was where I caught most of my plays down bottom shootin dice
Tryna bet on six n 8
Weed man takin all f*ckin day to get me straight
So I cut that nigga out and hit the plug up myself
Mamma keep on asking why I got these jars on the shelf
If she would of caught me then it woulda been ass to belt
Belt to ass so I get 'em in and I sell em fast
Cash comin nigga grab something don't just stand round
And I got the best on the east nigga hands down
Barrel of the strap by my knees nigga man down
On deez muhf*ckin clowns
Off sunset boulevard born and raised
On the playground was where i caught most of my plays
I'll jump out the car & get to choppin wit da K and I'll hit a nigga dead in his muhf*ckin face what the f*ck nigga
Yea
Trap life shit
I f*ck a black and a white bitch
Know they don't like this
Yea
Dog
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Rob Da Dog - Fresh Prince Lyrics
Yea
Aye
Yea treat me like the fresh price
Dog shit
Yea them hoes treat me like the
Off sunset boulevard born and raised
On the playground was where I chopped most of my plays up top
Poppin mollies I been geeked up all day
First time I ever had to do the folks was ninth grade Same summer got some pussy and I knocked it out the frame
Next winter police took a real nigga out da game Juvenile super wild cuz my dogs in this bitch too
In da Dayroom like damn bros how they get you Beat a nigga in some shower shoes
Left a chipped tooth
Everything they traumatized bout
I done went through
Drug dealer I'll get up witcha if the price right Gas baggage put a bitch to sleep nigga night night
Dig up under mamma kitchen sink for Kroger plastic cuz I couldn't afford no fancy shit to wrap it
That was back when I want really used to having Used to hit the farmer up so I can run off wit the cabbage
Took the profit off of that and bought a gun cuz I was lackin
And I'll this hoe fly til this bitch get to click clackin And I turnt to the dog and no bitch call me big daddy
And I just took her to McDonald's for a chicken patty
The bitch was happy
Off sunset boulevard born and raised
On country drive was where I caught most of my plays down bottom shootin dice
Tryna bet on six n 8
Weed man takin all f*ckin day to get me straight
So I cut that nigga out and hit the plug up myself
Mamma keep on asking why I got these jars on the shelf
If she would of caught me then it woulda been ass to belt
Belt to ass so I get 'em in and I sell em fast
Cash comin nigga grab something don't just stand round
And I got the best on the east nigga hands down
Barrel of the strap by my knees nigga man down
On deez muhf*ckin clowns
Off sunset boulevard born and raised
On the playground was where i caught most of my plays
I'll jump out the car & get to choppin wit da K and I'll hit a nigga dead in his muhf*ckin face what the f*ck nigga
Yea
Trap life shit
I f*ck a black and a white bitch
Know they don't like this
Yea
Dog
Yea
Aye
Yea treat me like the fresh price
Dog shit
Yea them hoes treat me like the
Off sunset boulevard born and raised
On the playground was where I chopped most of my plays up top
Poppin mollies I been geeked up all day
First time I ever had to do the folks was ninth grade Same summer got some pussy and I knocked it out the frame
Next winter police took a real nigga out da game Juvenile super wild cuz my dogs in this bitch too
In da Dayroom like damn bros how they get you Beat a nigga in some shower shoes
Left a chipped tooth
Everything they traumatized bout
I done went through
Drug dealer I'll get up witcha if the price right Gas baggage put a bitch to sleep nigga night night
Dig up under mamma kitchen sink for Kroger plastic cuz I couldn't afford no fancy shit to wrap it
That was back when I want really used to having Used to hit the farmer up so I can run off wit the cabbage
Took the profit off of that and bought a gun cuz I was lackin
And I'll this hoe fly til this bitch get to click clackin And I turnt to the dog and no bitch call me big daddy
And I just took her to McDonald's for a chicken patty
The bitch was happy
Off sunset boulevard born and raised
On country drive was where I caught most of my plays down bottom shootin dice
Tryna bet on six n 8
Weed man takin all f*ckin day to get me straight
So I cut that nigga out and hit the plug up myself
Mamma keep on asking why I got these jars on the shelf
If she would of caught me then it woulda been ass to belt
Belt to ass so I get 'em in and I sell em fast
Cash comin nigga grab something don't just stand round
And I got the best on the east nigga hands down
Barrel of the strap by my knees nigga man down
On deez muhf*ckin clowns
Off sunset boulevard born and raised
On the playground was where i caught most of my plays
I'll jump out the car & get to choppin wit da K and I'll hit a nigga dead in his muhf*ckin face what the f*ck nigga
Yea
Trap life shit
I f*ck a black and a white bitch
Know they don't like this
Yea
Dog
Writer: Robert Coleman
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