Redman

Redman - D. O. G. S. lyrics

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 Ha ha ha

Tokin on my indo..

Smokin on a indo..

Lookin through your window.. (chi-chiblaow!)

Doin what I win doeha haha.. 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 timersharper 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 rockjewels 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 dogwe dogs when it's thug time

When the fuckin hoes keep that drow in your bloodline



YoI 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 forceI got balls

I get my pants fitted twelve inches bigger than y'alls

I went to collegerockin tie one below outfits

Dropped outbut stuck my friends for college deposits

Niggaget a country nigga gun bustin

Like they saw tupac with two glocks still thuggin

Fuckin with a dog like meI call your name out

While you pussy niggaz call idwhen 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 illinmy 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-budog

They fuck your enemies and bring the beef to you

You got meI 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 'facekeep your mind on your money

I keep the stinkin ass hoes doin laundry dog



Cause I'm a dog                      
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