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 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 N
ARCs
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 D
OG
To my real niggaz that are true D
OG
Niggaz who will bust guns for they D
OG
Niggaz who will spit ones for they D
OG
Niggaz who be rollin deep with they D
OG
Niggaz who blaze blunts with they D
OG
Niggaz who would do time for they D
OG
Niggaz who would diss a bitch for they D
OG

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 D
OG
Peace to that funky nigga Snoop D
OG
Peace to that old nigga Dirt D
OG
Pour some beer out on the curb for your dead D
OG

...

You can call a female a dog too (true)

You can feed they stinkin ass u-
canu-bu, D
OG
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 D
OG

Cause I'm a dog