on this record? *The smog is here!* *The somg is coming 8 X's* What you gonna do? When it comes for you? *The smog is coming 5 X's* ~Thoughts in
dog on fool I'm about to dog on you I bout to bom bom chicky bom bom you Runin back to you bom bom bom Put this smoke up And and I've got technology X-ray
and me In deep, our own ideology Oh yeah, yeah In me In me In me In me, staring through and through to me X-ray, hanged for all to see Naked, frenzied
my bike, my dog by my side Good girl X-Ray goggles and an X-Ray gun, I spy everyone X-Ray goggles and an X-Ray gun, I spy everyone I used to live there
know what to say God dog sex death life and now I'm feeling old These images were conjured up by talking on the telephone I Saw an X-Ray of a girl passing
me Chris Paulin (Yeah) [Chorus]X3 [Verse 2 - Lil' Wayne] Hahaha Okay, holla at your Blood It's big dog Weezy And in that big dog breezin' Wit'
I wish a motherfucker would, try to steal my leather wood It's gon be no good, understood Cause I shoot strays, and when the techs play I'll have you looking like a clown that's on x-ray
, rowdy Whatever?s clever, the master fold Who every hooka heard of but now, ho, no If we see tomorrow, the next day classes The villain in the back with the x-ray
for that 'coz then they all about sex I'm into makin' phat music, massive, all about checks to cash My third eye X-ray through these plexo glass Rappers
cause they I say I spit it too rugid And we throw it at 'em like a chick who don't get it enough What is it x-ray vision the way I see through these kats
act a dog-on fool, Unleash the dawg on you. I'm about to bump bump Chicky bom bom bom on you. Run it back: uoy no pmub pmub ykcihc mob mob I've got technology, X-Ray
baby boo 'cause if it's true, I ain't even tryina fuck wit you And plus you look like a dog named Scooby Doo--ho Chorus: Hey young ho(the world is yours) x
ox was a dull sword, ah (Guess what, it's not!) Guess what else, I transmit from the block! T-Rex - X-Ray with triple X Hex (give it up!) For the yesterdays
the dumb, and the camel from pump's storing water, like brain is too marrow to x-ray and filthy and cutting and peeling to skin and to skin and to bone
When you saw her face You thought that nothing could go wrong And then you saw her smile You used to be so very strong But even x-ray eyes Could not
2004, I told 'em it was a wrap Now my life ain't my life no more, I told you, nigga, it's a wrap Oooh, you claim you a dog, my nigga, I'm the vet We
in yall state This that firearm, that cherry bomb, I light it in yo face. Mr. Eddison, I put it on That jury in my state, now your vision gone. My bad my dog