D.O.G.S. lyrics

[Intro]
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!

[Verse 1]
Fragile n*ggas 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 Yves Saint Laurent (Djinn)
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 f*ckin hoes keep that drow in your bloodline

[Chorus]
Yo, I send this to all my (Dog)
To my real n*ggas that are true (Dog)
n*ggas who will bust guns for they (Dog)
n*ggas who will spit ones for they (Dog)
n*ggas who be rollin deep with they (Dog)
n*ggas who blaze blunts with they (Dog)
n*ggas who would do time for they (Dog)
n*ggas who would diss a b*tch for they (Dog)
[Verse 2]
Yo I'm a dog
I p*ss on the wall in airport bathroom stalls
Grab the intercom and yell, "f*ck 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' Taiwan velour outfits
Dropped out, but stuck my friends for college deposits
n*gga, get a country n*gga gun bustin
Like they saw 2Pac with two Glocks still thuggin
f*ckin with a dog like me, I call your name out
While you pus*y n*ggas Call ID, when I blaze
You step like 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 DYFS take the chillen'
I don't like to toot my own horn but I'm the sh*t
And if you hearin me I see you paid that twelve cent

[Chorus]
So peace to homey $hort (Dog)
Peace to that funky n*gga Snoop (Dog)
Peace to that old n*gga Dirt (Dog)
Pour some beer out on the curb for your dead (Dog)

[Verse 3]
You can call a female a dog too (true)
You can feed they stinkin ass u-canu-bu, (Dog)
They f*ck 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 sh*t c*cked if n*ggas 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