Redman D.O.G.S. Lyrics

Doc's da Name 2000 Track Listing
CD 1
  • 1 Welcome 2 da Bricks
  • 2 Let da Monkey Out
  • 3 I'll Bee Dat!
  • 4 Get It Live
  • 5 Who Took da Satellite Van (skit)
  • 6 Jersey Yo!
  • 7 Cloze Ya Doors
  • 8 I Don't Kare
  • 9 Boodah Break
  • 10 Million Chicken March (2 Hot 4 TV) (skit)
  • 11 Keep On '99
  • 12 Well All Rite Cha
  • 13 Pain in da Ass Stewardess (skit)
  • 14 Da Goodness
  • 15 My Zone!
  • 16 Da Da DaHHH
  • 17 G.P.N. (skit)
  • 18 Down South Funk
  • 19 D.O.G.S.
  • 20 Beet Drop
  • 21 We Got da Satellite Van (skit)
  • 22 Brick City Mashin'!
  • 23 Soopaman Lova IV
  • 24 I Got a Seecret
  • Ha ha ha
    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 *****z get mashed out
    (Who dat?) The Funk D O see 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 ****in' hoes keep that drow in your bloodline

    Yo, I send this to all my Dogs!
    To my real *****z that are true...Dog!
    *****z who will bust guns for they...Dog!
    *****z who will spit ones for they...Dog!
    *****z who be rollin deep with they...Dog!
    *****z who blaze blunts with they...Dog!
    *****z who would do time for they...Dog!
    *****z who would diss a ***** for they...Dog!

    Yo I'm a dog
    I piss on the wall in airport bathroom stalls
    Grab the intercom and yell, "**** 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
    *****, get a country ***** gun bustin'
    Like they saw Tupac with two glocks still thuggin'
    ****in' with a dog like me, I call your name out
    While you ***** *****z 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 ****
    And if you hearin' me I see you paid that twelve cent

    So peace to homey $hort Dog!
    Peace to that funky ***** Snoop Dog!
    Peace to that old ***** Dirt Dog!
    Pour some beer out on the curb for your dead Dog!

    You can call a female, a dog too (true)
    You can feed they stinkin' *** Eucanubu...Dog!
    They **** 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 **** cocked if *****z try to dead em
    So ask 'Face, keep your mind on your money
    I keep the stinkin' *** hoes doin' laundry...Dog!

    Cause I'm a...
    Dog! [Repeat to fade]

    Written by: Reggie Noble, Erick Sermon, Missy Elliott, Timothy Mosely, Garry Shider, George Clinton Jr., David Spradley
    Lyrics © Warner/Chappell Music, Inc., Universal Music Publishing Group, DELLA MUSIC PUBLISHING, LLC

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