Redman - D. O. G. S. Lyrics
Ha ha haTokin on my indo..Smokin on a indo..Lookin through your window.. (chi-chi, blaow!)Doin what I win doe, ha ha, ha.. it goesWho that tokin on my indo? pow!Fragile niggaz get mashed out(who dat? ) the funk d-o-c spock hash mouth rhymerThe prime timer, sharper than barber shop linersLook at my chin - ninety degree bentWhen I spit I make devils come out east st. loren (gin!)I spend so much money on chalk and the indoMy weed supplier need to build a drive through windowMy form of art rock, jewels with clarksWhen my bass sparks for fiends it disturbs the narcsFreak pattern after pattern to leave angeles losThe roughest rapper a dj needle came acrossKnock it in your hummer; if its too hot dial 9-1-1Hook off on you like _i know what you did last summer_Your dog is my dog, we dogs when its thug timeWhen the *****in hoes keep that drow in your bloodlineYo, I send this to all my dogTo my real niggaz that are true dogNiggaz who will bust guns for they dogNiggaz who will spit ones for they dogNiggaz who be rollin deep with they dogNiggaz who blaze blunts with they dogNiggaz who would do time for they dogNiggaz who would diss a ***** for they dogYo Im a dogI piss on the wall in airport bathroom stallsGrab the intercom and yell, ***** you! in the mallI drop it with the holocaust force, I got ballsI get my pants fitted twelve inches bigger than yallsI went to college, rockin tie one below outfitsDropped out, but stuck my friends for college depositsNigga, get a country nigga gun bustinLike they saw tupac with two glocks still thuggin*****in with a dog like me, I call your name outWhile you ***** niggaz call id, when I blazeYou step life your wifee got a baby on the wayThe way I flex son you think Im made out of clayIm illin, my lyrics on the blocks make the killingsI string your moms out until diapers take to chillinI dont like to toot my own horn but Im the shitAnd if you hearin me I see you paid that twelve centSo peace to homey $hort dogPeace to that funky nigga snoop dogPeace to that old nigga dirt dogPour 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 u-canu-bu, dogThey ***** your enemies and bring the beef to youYou got me, I left a couple in your fubuA real raw dog never get jealousThey keep they shit *****ed if niggaz try to dead emSo ask face, keep your mind on your moneyI keep the stinkin ass hoes doin laundry dogCause Im a dog
