days are ove-r / The dog days are do~ne / The horse-s are co-min' So you'd better ru-n / The dog days and over-r / The dog days are do~ne / The horse
name(D.O.E. on the M-I-C) And where you from(NYC, we up in here G) Why don't you get on the mic for the symphony? (D.O.E.) Ok
my niggas hold keys like janitors Throw D's on that bitch, bought her tits like Pamela's Spend a whole day tryin' to take all my stamina Never that still
! Let?s get retarded ha! Let?s get retarded in here! Let?s get retarded ha! (R-E-T-A-R-D-E-D) Let?s get retarded in here! Let?s get retarded ha! Let?s
t make me act a fool (what!) Don't make me act a fool (what!) Still posted on the block Still slangin that coke Still runnin from the cops Still lettin those bitches know Still
my niggas don't dance We just pull up our pants and do the roc away Now lean back, lean back, lean back, lean back R to the e'zzy', M to the whizz I
out, I respect the cash route Locked down, blastin, sets while I mash out Yeah nigga, mash out, D-R-E Back track, think back, E-V-E Do you like that (
in d.c. Doin calypso, it's all about me, so ask sisqo And "don't let it go to your head," now N.o.r.e., I'm still good in the bed now And we
lice jumpin out Chryslers, easywider paper Pops puffin his sess, punchin his chest like a gorilla Outside was psychoes, killers Saw Divine, Goon and Chungo, Lil' Turkey R
, tell 'em take it easy Bitch is bad as can be, this her fantasy Left her panties at home standin' there thick as can be R I C K R O S S, standin' there
really don't wanna hurt nobody, just kill off Illuminati Fuck the D.E.A. and the F.B.I. I.R.S. can kiss my ass, U.C.P.D., F.C.C. Y'all better quit too
yell, B E N Z we ride Straight to the corner, down to the side In the B E N Z we Roll around the corner with the, F O R T S C V and a nigga can't fuck
Doc down with us Eric B and Pimp C you know they down with us Black Rob and Eight ball down with us M.J.G. you know he down with us B-Legit and E-Feezie
constitution or the emancipation, proclamation We fight inflation, yet the president's still on vacation B.D.P. posse I say "One two three, the crew is called B.D
one that flood the gutters Better tap your man and let him know P'll love to cut his And niggaz is gettin' shot down, two guns up Double R, S.P. holdin' D
couldn't wait to get a plate for it Grammy night, couldn't wait to get a date for it Not, we sold over gold Finally reached platinum status and near that is Still in the hood, still
n-gga wanna try and turn a profit Folks rush in, 3 letters try and stop it F-B-I-R-S-D-E-A (FBI, IRS, DEA) One letter short but still muthaf-ck the DA