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The Man Not the Dawg (Khujo Goodie) · Westwood 11: Ride with the Big Dawg (Hutchinson, Hutch) · Iron Dawg Riddim (Hutchinson, Hutch) · The Dawg Years (Blaze Foley) · Westwood: The Big Dawg Is Back!!! (Hutchinson, Hutch) · Grateful Dawg [The Original Motion Picture Soundtrack] (Jerry Garcia) · The Dawg Years (1975-1978) (Blaze Foley) · Early Dawg (David Grisman) · Doc & Dawg (Doc Watson) · Dawg House (J-Dawg) – and 90 other albums »


(Just be ready!)

I'm like a quarterback, watch me hand it off
Drop the work in the pot, watch it cannonball
I done seen 'em ball, I done seen 'em
(Just be ready!)

I'm like a quarterback, watch me hand it off
Drop the work in the pot, watch it cannonball
I done seen 'em ball, I done seen 'em
(Just be ready!)

I'm like a quarterback, watch me hand it off
Drop the work in the pot, watch it cannonball
I done seen 'em ball, I done seen
I ain't goin back to jail
Next time, the county or the state see me
It's gonna be in a bag

Uhh, this is it baby
End of the road, ha hah
When
soldier till I die, ain't no stoppin' me, ain't no droppin' me
That's the way it was, the way it got to be
Tank dawgs back up in 'emm with the soldier
to warn us but sometimes we don't see
When I first heard I'm like "this can't be, y'all niggaz is buggin
Got the wrong information or suttin, please tell me
[DMX - dialogue]
I ain't goin back to jail
Next time, the County or the State see me
it's gonna be in a bag

UHH! This is it baby!
End
[$hort:] Yeah we ridin... yea 
[Woman:] Short Dawg 
[$hort:] We ridin, just bounce wit me 
[Woman:] Short Dawg - here to play the game 
[$hort:]
of da world)
Aw aw, ball like a dawg, aw aw, ball like a dawg

[Baby]
Nigga, know me as a big wheeler, nigga call me a car dealer
I'm gon' floss 'til
Mentally ill, please someone call a docta'
911 it's emergency go get a docta'
You don't know by now boy they call me Waka Flocka
Gotta bad habbit I
mistake me no otha man can neva make me or break me 
Now you faithfully inspired by the hood tell I'm gone 
And I dawg I do believe I'm grown 
so I'll be
had, in tha middle of tha where I would be
But they scared of me but look they gotta right, they should be
I might fuck wit some dawg but I don't fuck
DAWG) I'm already knowin
Step lightly around dawg (YEA!) I might be hittin town dawg (YEA)
You really tryin to get down dawg?
Only thing I can do with
[dmx - dialogue]
I ain't goin back to jail
Next time, the county or the state see me
It's gonna be in a bag

Uhh! this is it baby!
End of the road,
and blow
Five hundred thousand units off a dime a trow
Forty below, I'm thorough when it's time to throw
The caboose, I'm even hard to be touched by
tellin lies to the public 
If you could rewind your life back 
You probably be wit me on this track 
But I aint come hea my nigga for no sorrow no
wit these dawgs nigga
Got steel plated balls nigga
Representin' 57th street

Me and my Dawgs bringin' the heat
Born and raised to be a villain
[Chorus]
I got my hustle dawg
I gets my hustle off
Oxy contin heroine
Craaaaaazy
I got my chopper dawg
Don't make me chop him off
Chop chop
me and my dawgs
Yeah, nigga, you know right
Yeah, yeah, you know right
Yeah, yeah, you know right

My whole squad in this bitch
And they gon' stay
[DMX - dialogue]
I ain't goin back to jail
Next time, the County or the State see me
it's gonna be in a bag

UHH! This is it baby!
End
the blunt 
and puff the indo smoke in it, I trip in a minute
Crazy holy doctor holdin me 'cause I be rockin be	
Sewin up like Monopoly, nobody's stoppin me
and your friends, me and my dawgs
Left your nigga to be with my squad
He talk a lot of shit, but he ain’t really on
He hit it too soft, but me I go hard like
daddy gone, it's just me and my hood, dawg
Su-woopin', beamed up, like I'm bout to go play baseball
Before you heard about Jeezy, boy. I was already
fuck the law
If you broke nigga that should be against the law
Fuck no bitch that's fucking with your dawg, that's law
If you come up don't forget
in the day was Eric B. for President
Rude boy composer, step to me you're over
Brothers wanna flex, you're not Mad Cobra
MC short and black, there