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Try Harder Video (MV)




Performed By: Mr. White Dogg
Language: English
Length: 1:47
Written by: kory white




Mr. White Dogg - Try Harder Lyrics
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I'm Just a west coast kid that never listen to big
But i was banging that jay cause i was selling that yay
Two or three days posted in the same fit
Forty on me tucced gotta keep it dangerous
Catch me saggin in that vert or that blue thang
Im from the city where died over shoe strings
Haters mad when they see the way do thangs
Four or five old schools an a few chains
Im a west coast pillar nicca dogg deuce
Call the bitches say my name bet they fall through
They love a ghetto fly nicca wit a big bag
Pull up five sixty christains got em big mad
Pull off in the benz like a drag race
Gotta haters mad wit a sad face
I can still smile on a bad day
Park the old school in the valet
All eyes on me
Dont be mad try harder
All eyes on me dont be mad try harder harder
I grew up in the field dreaming chasing a mill
Im in for the money i aint chasing a deal
I can rally giva fucc bout how a label a feel
I own my own company i get it four real
Cant nobody on the planet ever son me
Ask about me pull up wit the forty 1 deep
Im from the slums hunnid spokes to the Concrete
Where im from we sold roccs to our aunties
Im a ws bby harbor city who made me
Two step them an c walk just make em go crazy
Blue cortez stomping an the pettal Mercedes
Still living by the code so im stucc im in the eighty's
Pull off in the benz like a drag race
Gotta haters mad wit a sad face
I can still smile on a bad day
Park the old school in the valet
All eyes on me
Dont be mad try harder
All eyes on me dont be mad try harder harder
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I'm Just a west coast kid that never listen to big
But i was banging that jay cause i was selling that yay
Two or three days posted in the same fit
Forty on me tucced gotta keep it dangerous
Catch me saggin in that vert or that blue thang
Im from the city where died over shoe strings
Haters mad when they see the way do thangs
Four or five old schools an a few chains
Im a west coast pillar nicca dogg deuce
Call the bitches say my name bet they fall through
They love a ghetto fly nicca wit a big bag
Pull up five sixty christains got em big mad
Pull off in the benz like a drag race
Gotta haters mad wit a sad face
I can still smile on a bad day
Park the old school in the valet
All eyes on me
Dont be mad try harder
All eyes on me dont be mad try harder harder
I grew up in the field dreaming chasing a mill
Im in for the money i aint chasing a deal
I can rally giva fucc bout how a label a feel
I own my own company i get it four real
Cant nobody on the planet ever son me
Ask about me pull up wit the forty 1 deep
Im from the slums hunnid spokes to the Concrete
Where im from we sold roccs to our aunties
Im a ws bby harbor city who made me
Two step them an c walk just make em go crazy
Blue cortez stomping an the pettal Mercedes
Still living by the code so im stucc im in the eighty's
Pull off in the benz like a drag race
Gotta haters mad wit a sad face
I can still smile on a bad day
Park the old school in the valet
All eyes on me
Dont be mad try harder
All eyes on me dont be mad try harder harder
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Writer: kory white
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