D.O.G.S.
Redman
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Ha ha ha Chillin' 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 see 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 Dogs! 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, "F*ck 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! You can call a female, a dog too (true) You can feed they stinkin' ass Eucanubu...Dog! They f*ck 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! Cause I'm a... Dog! [Repeat to fade]
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Written by: REGGIE NOBLE, ERICK SERMON, MISSY ELLIOTT, TIMOTHY MOSELY, GARRY SHIDER, GEORGE CLINTON JR., DAVID SPRADLEY
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