British Bulldog

You've got a rocket Inside your bullet head I've seen you walk it, baby Your knack for greatness Has never done you wrong You showed that sweet old lady Who's got the bulldog, oh whoa Who's got the bulldog, oh whoa Who's got the bulldog down below You talk of genius I feel an undertow Which head of yours is bragging now? One made of lettuce Is smarter than you both You fooled that manhole anyhow Who's got the bulldog, oh whoa Who's got the bulldog, oh whoa Who's got the bulldog down below Who's got the bulldog, oh whoa Who's got the bulldog, oh whoa Who's got the bulldog down below He'll bend you over, little red rover Bend you right over, some Casanova Go to your momma, little chihuahua Get back to your momma, little chihuahua Oh, the bulldog, oh whoa Oh, the bulldog, oh whoa Who's got the bulldog down below Who's got the bulldog, oh whoa Who's got the bulldog, oh whoa Who's got the bulldog down below

Vuelve a despertar la lluvia en mí Derramando toda su raíz sobre el papel Vuelven a caer sobre la piel Del que va esperando por nacer, estás aquí Mientras tanto busco las palabras Que me cubran esta herida Que me alejen más de ti Y la soledad me va creciendo Con la niebla de este invierno Que no puedo resistir La noche sin ti La mañana se levanta ya No hay señales de que volverás, no estás aquí Solamente quiero comprender Que tu ausencia vive en mi pared y sin querer ¿Cómo detener este vacío Que me crece desde adentro Que no me deja seguir? ¿Cómo asimilar todos los huecos Que aparecen en mi cama Y se quedarán ahí? Se apaga la luz Y me siento solo con mi voz No descubro cómo sucedió perder tu amor Todo lo que nunca más veré Cómo se me anuda el corazón ¿Cómo volver? Si tuviera la oportunidad En aquel minuto de parar, de no caer Si quedaran rastros a seguir Una huella tenue de ese abril perdiéndose En las sombras del ayer Vuelve a despertar la lluvia en mí Derramando toda su raíz sobre el papel Vuelven a caer sobre la piel Del que va esperando por nacer, estás aquí Mientras tanto busco las palabras Que me cubran esta herida Que me alejen más de ti Y la soledad me va creciendo Con la niebla de este invierno Que no puedo resistir La noche sin ti Y me siento solo con mi voz No descubro como sucedió perder tu amor Todo lo que nunca más veré Cómo se me anuda el corazón ¿Cómo volver? Si tuviera la oportunidad En aquel minuto de parar de no caer Si quedaran rastros a seguir Una huella tenue de ese abril perdiéndose En las sombras del ayer Woh-oh-oh-oh-oh-oh-oh-oh

Sheepdog Standing in the rain Bullfrog Doing it again Some kind of happiness is measured out in miles What makes you think you're something special when you smile? Child-like No one understands Jack knife In your sweaty hands Some kind of innocence is measured out in years You don't know what it's like to listen to your fears You can talk to me You can talk to me You can talk to me If you're lonely, you can talk to me Big man (yeah) Walking in the park Wigwam Frightened of the dark Some kind of solitude is measured out in you You think you know me, but you haven't got a clue You can talk to me You can talk to me You can talk to me If you're lonely, you can talk to me Wahoo woof! Woof! Hey bulldog! Hey bulldog! Hey bulldog! Hey bulldog! Hey man, what's that boy? Woof! What do you say? I said, "Woof!" You know anymore? Wooaah ha-ha-ha! You've got it, that's it, you had it! That's it, man, woo! That's it! You've got it! Don't look at me man, I only have ten children Ah ho! Ha ha ha ha ha ha! Quiet boy, quiet! Okay, quiet! Hey bulldog! Hey bulldog!

Uh, ha-ha Brodie gon' what? Brodie gon' woo Brodie gon' what? Brodie gon' woo Brodie gon' grrt that, grrt that Brodie gon' brrt that, brrt that Brodie gon' what? Brodie gon' woo Brodie gon' what? Brodie gon' woo Brodie gon' brrt that, brrt that Brodie gon' grrt that, grrt that Brodie gon' what? Brodie gon' woo Brodie gon' what? Brodie gon' woo (grrt), brodie gon'- .44 Bulldog, make 'em get back (bah) I ain't with the talk or the chit-chat (uh-huh) All you hatin' ass niggas better sit back (boom) Or you gon' be the next one to get they shit snatched (boom, boom) Free Milly Gz out the cage, he was buckin' (grrt) I kicked her out 'cause I'm allergic to the cuffin' (uh) And I ain't with the talk or discussions (nah) Know some niggas that'll shoot you for nothin' (grrt) I call Dread, that's the new Tom Brady (swish) Niggas gettin' no bread 'cause they lazy (lazy, boom) Let me tell ya why the opp niggas hate me (why they hate?) (Brrt) 'Cause all the opp niggas know I be flexin' (flexin', brrt) And I did 15 on my check-ins (uh) And it's big Louboutin when I'm steppin' (steppin') And it's big .38 for the weapon (grrt) Or I call J.R. with the Wesson (grrt-bah, grrt) They call Trav, call me Le Filayo (Filayo) Niggas know you got the apes on the payroll (Filayo) Nigga slide through ya block with a Draco (bah) Nigga nun, do a move if I say no (nah) Dunk on that nigga, Tatum (woo, bah) All of y'all niggas, dayroom (uh-huh) Stay with the Zoes, Haitians (woo, grrt-bah) 823, sanctioned (no shit) .44 Bulldog, make 'em get back (bah, grrt) I ain't with the talk or the chit-chat (brrt) All you hatin' ass niggas better sit back (sit back) Or you gon' be the next one to get they shit snatched (fuck is you talkin' 'bout?) Free Milly Gz out the cage, he was buckin' (uh-huh) I kicked her out 'cause I'm allergic to the cuffin' (bah) And I ain't with the talk or discussions (uh-huh) Know some niggas that'll shoot you for nothin' (grrt) Sun out (boom), gun out (boom) Rundown, what now? (Bah) Flossy, the jungle the playground (bah) Back out the chop, we gon' spray rounds (bah) Big Fendi bag, no Sprayground (boom) Aim for your head, we don't spray ground (uh-huh) Everybody know that I'm GG (uh) I'm still in the hood, smokin' headlight (brrt) Do you know the '09 to the 2T? (Bah) Posted in the Floss, they be wildin' (bah) Brodie got locked for the hammer (woo) Free Rock, get off the island (boom) '09 to the Glock like Dem Wayz (Dem Wayz) And I keep a chop like sensei (uh) Niggas move hot, I ain't say nothin' (bah) 'Cause I'ma lay low 'til that day come (woo) .44 Bulldog, make 'em get back (get back) I ain't with the talk or the chit-chat (bah) All you hatin' ass niggas better sit back (bah) Or you gon' be the next one to get they shit snatched (grrt) Free Milly Gz out the cage, he was buckin' (bah) I kicked her out 'cause I'm allergic to the cuffin' (boom) And I ain't with the talk or discussions (uh-huh) Know some niggas that'll shoot you for nothin' (look) (woo)