I was the dog, they all tried to beat Fourteen years of silence Fourteen years of pain Fourteen years that are gone forever And I'll never have again, well I tried to see it your way I try and feel the sunshine You bring the rain

For the rest of your lives Lost in a fog I've been treated like a dog And I'm out of here I got no name And I feel no shame And I got no fear And I bow down To the tears of a clown

Badness a the only thing mi know Give thanks fi music Cause if a never music Mi would a have nothing Dem daily a use it Pop Skull and Dre Skull Tell the youth dem fi live life careful Cause dog eat dog in a the place where mi grow up Whole heap a stitch

Oooooh weee, ooh wee, (la-la-la-la, lalalalalala) Yo, what's the deal, nigga? Ain't nuthin' pa, we just here and all that Trynna get our head rights, get this money right You know what I'm sayin', you know how it go Just another day in the hood

Yeah, gotta say what's up to my nigga Slick Rick For those who don't like it, eat a dick But for those who with me, sing that shit As it go a little something like this La Di Da Di, we likes to party We don't cause trouble, we don't bother nobody We're,

Wave your motherfucking hands in the air And if you don't give a shit Like we don't give a shit Wave your motherfucking fingers in the air So all my bitches and my niggas and my niggas and my bitches So all my niggas and my bitches and my bitches and my

Yeah I said so, so who drove him? That shit crazy, man Who drove him to the hospital? 'Cause I'm in here trying to make a love song and shit Like I get this bad news I just got the call before I heard the beat They just shot my dog like why it had to be

Bending corners on gold Daytona's, we heated, so beat it Better watch out, cause here we come However you want it, naw however you need it, we just dippin! Always, dippin Yeah, we keep it gangsta I only rides with my Doggs However you want it Wanna say

We keep it funky on the West Coast I got love for my people on the West Coast, yeah Ain't no party like a West Coast party 'Cause a West Coast party don't stop When we party on the West Coast (on the West Coast) Drinkin' and smokin' all night, all night

Bad boys running wild Out in the streets Out in the night If you don't play along with their games And you better get out of their way The dogs are on the run The cats are all in heat Spiders all around you Spinning webs and make you pray