Redman

Redman - Dogs lyrics

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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

 Cause I'm a dog
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Author: Erick Sermon, George Clinton, Melissa Elliott (2), Reggie Noble, S.D. Lee, S.G. Marshall, Timothy Mosley

Composer: ?

Publisher: Rush Associated Labels

Details:

Released in: 1998

Language: English

Appearing on: Doc's da Name 2000 (1998)

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