That shit hittin..



Ah yes yes y'all

(naw naw man, naw man that ain't it, that ain't it)

(do that other shit, that other shit)



[Paris]

Check it out ch'all, here we go again another one

from the man on the run I recollect and take a stand

P-Dog, kickin over breaks that make ya wanna move

It's like that when the black cat get in tune

And now you bustin smiles when styles I rip

So many of 'em you'll discover most speakers are split

It's kinda like a little lesson in stressin the facts

And still be kickin so know where you at, black

Listen up to the groove of the cut

Feel the funk when the bass hump, tryin to get a niggy nut

And feel it hittin when the speakers jigglin like Jello

With just enough of that good funky shit to keep it mellow

Never fadin or stayin on course

The only sellin out I'm doin is sellin out tours

Somethin for your ear, comin loud and clear

It's the voice you FEAR, if your shit ain't REAL

Keep it comin one time for your mind on the mic

It's the panther, kickin over breaks you dance to

And doin devils dirty lickin lyrics to break beats

I'm buildin so the children always know where they at, G



Check it out ch'all, check it out ch'all

Check it out ch'all, check it out ch'all

Check it out ch'all, check it out ch'all

Check it out ch'all, check it out



Check it out ch'all, here I come again with verse two

With the knowledge of myself I got another one from me to you

(?) tracks movin smoother than machinery

It's plain to see I'm fin' to be another brother catchin heat

I take a stand cause America ain't shit to me

And bringin knowledge of the way it is supposed to be

And knock you devils out the box like a mule kick

Comin up with the shit the tricky skunks can't FUCK with

Rap is rhythm and poetry I thought you knew it; but who would have

ever thought that we would use it the way we be usin it?

Spittin facts to my peers and your fear is showin

Cause now the black is knowin things you thought we shouldn't know and

gettin ready for a power move

Yes yes y'all, ready for the motherfuckin show and prove

So pack a lunch when the bunch roll, cause we're goin

for the gold but I never sold my soul for it



Check it out ch'all, check it out ch'all

Check it out ch'all, check it out ch'all

Check it out ch'all, check it out ch'all

Check it out ch'all, check it out



Now - whose freedom of speech if I can't reach each

There's no support when you're black and you're goin for yours

Yeah, that's alright

As long as niggaz killin niggaz makin money is NUTTIN for whites

That's the way they wanna play and now I know they fear it

Where the hell was little Ollie all them other years?

Blacks was dyin in the movies and in other records

I see the racist motherfucker never said nuttin

But that's the way it is when I run it

I make the funky tracks to keep my people up on it

Well known and prone to break a bone let's get it on

I'm showin you the facts on wax 'til your mind has grown;

huh, and still sayin what I wanna say

I won't slip still sayin what I wanna say

I won't slip still sayin what I wanna say

I'm P-Dog and I'm always gonna make it plain



Huh, so check it out ch'all, check it out

Check it out ch'all, check check check it out

Check it out ch'all, check check check it out

Check it out ch'all, check check check it out



(Motherfuckin RIGHT!)