Ha ha ha, tokin' on my indo, smokin' on a indo
Lookin' through your window
Doin' what I win doe, ha ha, ha it goes
Who that tokin' on my indo?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
I spend so much money on chalk and the indo
My weed supplier need to build a drive through windowMy form of art rock, jewels with Clarks
When my bass sparks for fiends it disturbs the NARC's
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 bloodlineYo, 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, dogYo, 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'all
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 Tu Pac 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 wife got a baby on the way
The way I flex son you think I'm made out of clay
I'm ill in, 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 centSo peace to homey Short 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 dogYou 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 dogDog
Dog
Dog
Dog
Songwriters
GARRY MARSHALL SHIDER, REGGIE NOBLE, MELISSA A. ELLIOTT, ERICK S. SERMON, GEORGE JR. CLINTON, DAVID L. SPRADLEYPublished by
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