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Credits

PERFORMING ARTISTS
Redman
Redman
Performer
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Redman
Redman
Composer
Erick Sermon
Erick Sermon
Composer
George Clinton
George Clinton
Composer
Garry Marshall Shider
Garry Marshall Shider
Composer
David Spradley
David Spradley
Composer
Timbaland
Timbaland
Composer
Elliot
Elliot
Composer
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Erick Sermon
Erick Sermon
Producer
Tommy Uzzo
Tommy Uzzo
Mixing Engineer

Lyrics

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 window My 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 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, 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 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 cent So 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 dog You 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 dog Dog Dog Dog Dog
Writer(s): Melissa A. Elliott, Reggie Noble, Erick S. Sermon, Garry Marshall Shider, David L. Spradley, George Jr. Clinton Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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