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The Blue Dogs Baby S Coming Home

are going wrong And I hide when the nights are oh so long But I fly when my baby's here at home And tonight my baby's coming home Like a marble in a

slowly Your oldie that?s for takin' it P now what?s left to play soley That?s for fuckin' wit me listen in the streets it?s a respect thang Can?t tell

, there's no way you could ever tell 'em It's just dogs on the run" It's just dogs on the run It's just dogs on the run, baby Like a dog on the run Yeah

remind me of me and you I mean, it's it's one more thing I wanna talk about Now look it's it's it's time now for you to come home now Look everybody

deacon as you weaken And words from the Funkmaster Flex dogs shouldn't have been reaching There's only one Gunz, from what it's worth That's me, that's

quintessential case of essential bad timing It's the wrong love at the right time So I was down on love feeling all alone Wonderin if my baby's gonna come back home

, and you're so tired, and you just want someplace to sleep. That's what it's like when you run away from home. Lots of people will rape you. And you

How you dope when you payed for your billboard spot? Look up in the sky, it's a bird, it's a plane It's the funk doctor Spock smokin' Buddha on a train

the boss serve I'm pitching, cause your curves got me wanting to slide home and prove that I flip other things besides ounz tel your girl you're gone, baby