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H-h-h-holy shhh All the clips never fit the gun I pull up, you know what's goin' on Let my dogs loose off the chains Oh Lord, here we go again Pull up all in all red like Larry the Lobster Fuck up your posture with this in-you washer Yeah, I just wanna make money and spend flame You're a Dragonballs and gold cooler than I came Okay, Westside ma', fingers rest up, Jack Wheels 'pposed to get billings, ride 'em both back to back Man, it's real complicated Can't believe that I made it You know the big homie stretch, but me, I'm from the pavement Owe that nigga my loyalty, rags to fuckin' royalty Platinum records, I'ma buy him a house off of the royalties, woo And fuck 'em all, get rich You fuckin' up the plan, you a bitch GGT All the clips never fit the gun I pull up, you know what's goin' on Let my dogs loose off the chains Oh Lord, here we go again Let my dogs loose off the chains Oh Lord, here we go again Aus Songtexte Mania