Yep, this album is dedicated to all the dog trainers that told me my dog would never amount to nothing.

To all the people that live near me, when I got my first dog and tried to call the police on me,

but I was just trying to get my dog to be quiet,

not inside a riot.

And all the dog owners in the struggle.

You know what I'm saying?

Huh, it's all good, baby, baby.

It was all the dream.

I used to read K-9 magazine Pyrenees and bulldogs up in the limousine

Hanging pictures on my wall every Saturday dog parks and puppies at the mall.

I let my dreams rock till I lost my job.

Jobless and dog crazy. I moved in with my mom.

Way back when I got my red and back, Blenke he back with the one z to match.

Remember peanuts and snoop?

Wawa, wahwah!

You never thought the dark love would take it this far.

Well now I'm in the limelight because my dog don't buy.

Time to get paid.

Blow up like the world trade.

Bruce Jenner, the Olympian winner. Remember when I used to eat sardines for dinner.

Peace to therapy, Aunt Nancy, people who doubted my dog and questioned my sanity.

I'm blowing up like you thought I would. the Crip Save number same dog. It's all good. Oh

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