Letras:
Three Dog Night Into My Life

I keep slipping on right and wrong Gotta get the Lord in my life Gotta bring the Lord back in my life I've worked and lied for the things I took my wife

get it, I'm just a dog You had a good thang and you f*** it off I'm like the big bad wolf, you better scream Run for your life 'cause I want that cream

You ready homie? Yup My first mission runnin' through the hood to smoke jack With memories poppin' in my head recall that Late night creepin' through

last lap of the car chase And I finally understand my right to choose My preacher man told me it could always be worse Even the three-legged dog still got three

head Yo Quero kin chi blunt to my head But my day is Friday toast for my bread Niggas try to stick together like they Smokey and Craig In real life nia

wanna know how I live my life (Pucka) Where's my balls? (Pucka) Where's my ice? No matter now I answer then, feel my stripes You keep poppin' shit, I

sorry, sorry I'm sitting feeling sorry in the Thirsty Dog I'm sorry, sorry, sorry, sorry Yeah, I'm feeling very sorry in the Thirsty Dog You keep nailing me back into my

federal, i knew it from the start I knew that jealousy and envy tore my crew apart [chorus] Look into my eyes and you will see: (My life my pain) My life my

What I've run through my body, what I've run through my mind My breath's the only rhythm and the tempo is my time My enemy is hopelessness, my ally