Vídeo de música

Créditos

PERFORMING ARTISTS
DMX
DMX
Vocals
The LOX
The LOX
Vocals
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Earl Simmons
Earl Simmons
Songwriter
Kasseem Dean
Kasseem Dean
Songwriter
Jason Phillips
Jason Phillips
Songwriter
Sean Jacobs
Sean Jacobs
Songwriter
David Styles
David Styles
Songwriter
Abraham Orellana
Abraham Orellana
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Swizz Beatz
Swizz Beatz
Producer
araabMUZIK
araabMUZIK
Producer
Dragan "Chach" Cacinovic
Dragan "Chach" Cacinovic
Mixing Engineer
Craig Brodhead
Craig Brodhead
Mixing Engineer
Tony Dawsey
Tony Dawsey
Mastering Engineer

Letra

Woo, zone (what, ayy, what) DMX (what, what) Ruff Ryders (what) here we go (what) Yeah (what, what) That's my dog, yeah, yeah (oh), that's my dog, yeah, yeah (oh) That's my dog, yeah, yeah (oh), that's my dog, yeah (dog) That's my dog, yeah, yeah (oh), that's my dog, yeah (yeah) That's my dog, yeah, yeah, that's my dog, yeah (here we go) Do it for the have-nots, do it for the lowlifes Do it for the have-nots, do it for the lowlifes Do it for the have-nots, do it for the lowlifes Do it for the have-nots, do it for the lowlifes (yeah) That's my dog, yeah, yeah (bounce) that's my dog, yeah (bounce) That's my dog, yeah (bounce) that's my dog, yeah (dance) That's my dog, yeah (yeah) that's my dog, yeah (whoa) That's my dog, yeah (woo) that's my dog, yeah (woo-woo) This is dog for life, somethin' you don't know about No pot to piss in, no window to throw it out You know what we do to bitch-ass niggas, we ho 'em out You ain't gotta worry 'bout the score, we gon' blow 'em out Earl, David, Jason, gotta be Sean Gots to keep on keepin' up, I gotta get on In the hood right now when the economy strong These my niggas that I'm talkin' 'bout, follow the song (listen) Yeah, everybody wanna be down, they playin' spades To me, all y'all niggas is clowns playin' charades (clowns) You hit a couple chicks in the town, playin' with AIDS It's hot over there, my nigga, play in the shade You see, we playin' with bullets, y'all playin' with blades No handguns, we all playin' with Ks (brrt) For one of these niggas, I'll come with fuckin' grenades (boom) Exactly how many times do I have to say That's my dog, yeah, yeah (oh), that's my dog, yeah, yeah (oh) That's my dog, yeah, yeah (oh), that's my dog, yeah (dog) That's my dog, yeah, yeah (oh), that's my dog, yeah (yeah) That's my dog, yeah, yeah, that's my dog, yeah (here we go), ayo We ain't cool like that, homie, we barely even talk (facts) Every rapper ain't close 'cause they comin' out New York I ain't get a call from you when my mom was in the morgue Or a nigga needed money, so how the fuck is you my dog? Got a lil' older, seen shit for what it was Yeah, I known you longer, but I like him for what he does No talk, .38 revolver just because Straight liquor, that cranberry fuckin' up my buzz That's my dog, yeah, we done got it off the ground Turned it to Ruff Ryders, gave niggas a new sound You heard I was from Yonkers like it was a new town I'm lookin' at these labels, like, "Who the fuck is these new clowns?" Silverback, nigga, can't wait for me to fall Same time, their bitches can't wait for me to call These hatin' motherfuckers I be tryin' to avoid Let's do it for Breonna, let's do this shit for Floyd That's my dog, yeah, yeah (oh), that's my dog, yeah, yeah (oh) That's my dog, yeah, yeah (oh), that's my dog, yeah (dog) That's my dog, yeah, yeah (oh), that's my dog, yeah (yeah) That's my dog, yeah, yeah, that's my dog, yeah (here we go) You can feel the love or all the evil that men do Either playin' God or a dog that needs a menu I was born a wolf, my nigga, let me continue Come from a town where niggas fly out the window Either they got thrown or the dust did it Nah, the knife didn't kill him, but the rust did it Lookin' at the new McLaren, need a clutch in it That gun probably got a homi', but I fucks with it (I fucks with it) All these niggas been my dogs since the lowlife days (my dogs) Got a .45, shit'll probably blow like haze You don't want a homi', you should let me go my way I'm like Doughboy, you gon' wanna roll like Tre (yeah) All my niggas know the ticket on the heroin price Every bar that I say is sort of like Klondike (hah) Yeah, that's cold motherfucker, get a hold motherfucker (get a hold) That's my dog, if he asked, I'll take your soul motherfucker That's my dog, yeah, yeah (oh), that's my dog, yeah, yeah (oh) That's my dog, yeah, yeah (oh), that's my dog, yeah (dog) That's my dog, yeah, yeah (oh), that's my dog, yeah (yeah) That's my dog, yeah, yeah, that's my dog, yeah (here we go) It just takes one shot from one gun by one dude A reason to get it, what's up? Then fuck you You know how a nigga move, it's how a nigga move Fuckin' snake, you shoulda ate when your plate had food I'ma say what the fuck I want, let it do what it do And wherever the fuck you at, nigga, we comin' through I ain't playin' with you niggas, I got kids your age I ain't your father that shoulda stayed, too late, you shoulda prayed You ain't know, motherfucker? I'm from the home of the brave Where we played in the mountains 'cause we lived in a cave When I came into the game, I crashed through the wave I'm the best, somethin' that I'm takin' to the grave Motherfuckers' jeans is too tight to be fuckin' with dog So stop fuckin' with me, 'cause I ain't fuckin' with y'all I might have dropped the ball, but I got it right back My man dove for the out of bounds save and shot it right back That's my dog, yeah, yeah (oh), that's my dog, yeah, yeah (oh) That's my dog, yeah, yeah (oh), that's my dog, yeah (dog) That's my dog, yeah, yeah (oh), that's my dog, yeah (yeah) That's my dog, yeah, yeah, that's my dog, yeah (here we go) Do it for the have-nots, do it for the lowlifes Do it for the have-nots, do it for the lowlifes Do it for the have-nots, do it for the lowlifes Do it for the have-nots, do it for the lowlifes (yeah) That's my dog, yeah, yeah (bounce) that's my dog, yeah (bounce) That's my dog, yeah (bounce) that's my dog, yeah (dance) That's my dog, yeah (yeah) that's my dog, yeah (whoa) That's my dog, yeah (woo) that's my dog, yeah (woo-woo)
Writer(s): Earl Simmons, Jason Phillips, Kasseem Dean, Abraham Orellana, Sean Jacobs, David Styles Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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