Dogg, what up, mane? Word on the streets is you ain't what you used to be I gang bang to the fullest A lot of niggas talk about it but they really don't do it, do they? So I'm doin' it for y'all Marco or bust, I'ma ruin it for y'all Stomp that, strap up,

As we go along For what it's worth I was only trying to wake you up We were kids, trying to make it up (Trying to wake it up) I was only trying I tell you boy I pay my weight in gold I ain't the best at times, I'm told I'm a dog when I'm on the drink

Hopelessly passing your time in the grassland away Only dimly aware of a certain unease in the air You better watch out There may be dogs about I've looked over Jordan, and I have seen Things are not what they seem What do you get for pretending the

Cause that's how California rolls I'm talkin' 'bout me and you Baby you could be a movie star, hey (in Los Angeles) Get yourself a medical card, yea (in Los Angeles) They do the fingers like red fox (in Los Angeles) You can make it on a light blue box,

Black Cats, White Cats All my Zef Cats, look out Big dog in the place to be! Pitbull terrier, I am a pitbull terrier Pussy, for bad boy No pussy, sad boy You’re making me crazy Mal in the skull boy All work and no play

Yep Yep Yep I don't really humans that much these days Hmm shit, fact of the matter is, I trust dawgs more than I trust humans Shit, nothin' like that dawg love I tell you Not just any dawg, gotta be a Pit Bull Yep, that's the only dawg for me (Cough,

You can't help but say 'Hot dog!' Just drag me 'cross your log I'm a cross cut saw, I'm a cross cut saw You know, I'm a cross cut saw Just drag me across your log I cut your wood so easy for you Some call me wood-choppin' Sam Some call me wood-cuttin' Ben

(Dying, yeah, yeah, gangstas, gangstas, gangstas) I made a decision last night that I would die for it Just to show the city what it takes to be alive for it (Tried to kill me but they still want the views) Yeah, for the dogs dem, you know Man when shit

Baby, please don't go Before I be your dog Turn your lamp down low You know your man down gone You brought me way down here Baby, please don't go Down to New Orleans, you know I love you so I get you way'd out here, and let you walk alone I beg you all

No picnic no barbecue out in the back A yard for parked cars left to rot and forget For chained-up mad dogs for garbage to sit Get lost get lost a part from it I can't see through it But i can see past With me with me always Without going back