Ha ha ha Tokin on my indo.. Smokin on a indo.. Lookin through your window.. (chi-chi, blaow!) Doin what I win doe, ha ha, ha.. it goes Who that tokin on my indo? Pow!
Fragile niggaz get mashed out (Who dat?) The Funk D-O-C Spock hash mouth rhymer The Prime Timer, sharper than barber shop liners Look at my chin - ninety degree bent When I spit I make devils come out East St. Loren (gin!) I spend so much money on chalk and the indo my weed supplier need to build a drive through window My form of art rock, jewels with Clarks When my bass sparks for fiends it disturbs the NARCs Freak pattern after pattern to leave Angeles Los The roughest rapper a DJ needle came across Knock it in your Hummer; if it's too hot dial 9-1-1 Hook off on you like _I Know What You Did Last Summer_ Your dog is my dog, we dogs when it's thug time When the fuckin hoes keep that drow in your bloodline
Yo, I send this to all my DOG To my real niggaz that are true DOG Niggaz who will bust guns for they DOG Niggaz who will spit ones for they DOG Niggaz who be rollin deep with they DOG Niggaz who blaze blunts with they DOG Niggaz who would do time for they DOG Niggaz who would diss a bitch for they DOG
Yo I'm a dog I piss on the wall in airport bathroom stalls Grab the intercom and yell, "Fuck you!" in the mall I drop it with the holocaust force, I got balls I get my pants fitted twelve inches bigger than y'alls I went to college, rockin tie one below outfits Dropped out, but stuck my friends for college deposits Nigga, get a country nigga gun bustin Like they saw Tupac with two glocks still thuggin Fuckin with a dog like me, I call your name out while you pussy niggaz Call ID, when I blaze You step life your wifee got a baby on the way The way I flex son you think I'm made out of clay I'm illin, my lyrics on the blocks make the killings I string your moms out until diapers take to chillin I don't like to toot my own horn but I'm the shit And if you hearin me I see you paid that twelve cent
So peace to homey $hort DOG Peace to that funky nigga Snoop DOG Peace to that old nigga Dirt DOG Pour some beer out on the curb for your dead DOG
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You can call a female a dog too (true) You can feed they stinkin ass u-canu-bu, DOG They fuck your enemies and bring the beef to you You got me, I left a couple in your Fubu A real raw dog never get jealous They keep they shit cocked if niggaz try to dead em So ask 'Face, keep your mind on your money I keep the stinkin ass hoes doin laundry DOG
Compositores: George Clinton Jr, Garry Marshall Shider, Reginald Noble, David Lee Spradley, Erick S. Sermon (e Double e), Timothy Z Mosley (Timbaland), Melissa Arnette Elliott ECAD: Obra #45773944