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Playlist: The Very Best of Ray Parker Jr. (Ray Parker Jr.) · Playlist: The Very Best of Ray Parker Jr. (Ray Parker Jr.) · The Best of Ray Parker Jr. [Japan 2004] (Ray Parker Jr.) · The Best of Ray Parker Jr. & Raydio (Ray Parker Jr.) · The Best of Ray Parker Jr. [Japan 1999] (Ray Parker Jr.) · Dog Eat Dog (Warrant) · Dog Eat Dog (Joni Mitchell) · Sea Dog See Dog (Tom Lewis) · Dog Eat Dog (The Toasters) · Good Dog Bad Dog: The Home Recordings (Over the Rhine) – and 90 other albums »


pretty good
But it could get better than this

Bill Dance and Hank Parker floated by in a boat
And volunteered to be our fishing guides
And Richard
pretty good
But it could get better than this

Bill Mance and Hank Parker floated by in a boat
And volunteered to be our fishin' guides
And Richard
Mr. Uncle Josh. Would you kindly play me some deep southern blues on that hound-dog guitar there. Ah, now that's what I'm talkin' about. Yeah.
breeds 
My friends and my family 
Had the vision when the bounds now it's blowing up 
Props to the Field Dog 

With the funk through the campaign
the underside tide with the ride
[Verse Four: 2Mex]
Come one, come all
To the Visionary hall
Ray Parker Jr. calls me when he needs a little bit of Ghostbusting
Ricky Jr. being one of the joys name
And further taught him birds and bees
so on the nerdin birds, heard the second to third
and 'dada' better be
work, honesty an' a good dog.
I hope my Daddy Ray wasn't the last of a dyin' breed.

He's a cold beer drinker, a buck n' bear hunter:
The best friend
didn't know what to say
God dog sex death life and now I'm feeling old
These images were conjured up by talking on the telephone
I Saw an X-Ray
don't get fed up
My people rise, my people fight
My people do alright
My people walk with pride and
We're marchin' side by side and
My people laugh,
playing
Some old Junior Parker

Three days waiting
All alone by the tracks
Lying to myself
That man's coming back

Said he'd come around
Unless he was dead
the president's daughter
He the auditor, ain't let the NARC's see this barker
Stick to bitches walls like I'm Peter Parker
The Vida Guerrera sidekick hacker
Five
Now you keep the car you keep the boat and I'll take the dog
No I'll take the dog oh no I'm gonna take the dog
Well who's gonna bring me my paper
jumping overboard

Into waves of joy and clarity
Your hands come out to rescue me
And I'm playing in the shallow water
Laughing while the mad dog sleeps
The sound that you're listenin' to
Is from my guitar that's named Lucille
I'm very crazy about Lucille
Lucille took me from the plantation
Or you
shooter of a drive-by,
Smokin' cain, sellin' joints in jr High
Head from a minor, sex with animals,
Butthole surfers, a fucked up rehearsal,
Lost pawn
To fall by the way
From the cradle to the grave
From the palace to the gutter
Beneath the dying rays of the sun
Lie the fingers of love

Into waves
fucking Droopy D
My style is deadly, word born, act like you fucking know
Been writing rhymes ever since Ray Parker sang with Radio
Your style is played out
caught in the web like Peter Parker
you'll see the mark of the reaper is even darker
than the heart of a black -hole that's unchartered
swallowing bright
reap flow n-gga
Gettin swallowed by the Maybach deep throat n-gga
Uh, I’ma bout to go planters,
I’m still in my prime, Dion Sanders
We all gamblers,
again

Weather's murder at a hundred and three
William Ray shot Corabell Lee
A yellow dog knows when he has sinned
You wanna walk away and start over
a nigga reach
My dogs will bite you and guess who the nigga leash
I was once told by my nigga Meach
You feed a sucka' he just grow to be a bigger leach
Hey you were standing by the screen door slamming
Rather clear what’s taking place
You were holding on to Louie, he was packing, he was heavy
That
the president's daughter
He the auditor, ain't let the NARC's see this barker
Stick to bitches walls like I'm Peter Parker
The Vida Guerrera sidekick hacker
Five
I've come a long way, said the captain
From lost Christabel this night
Accompanied by my dog familiar
To blast your rafters with my surprise!
the ghost of Biggie
My mind state
Like the crime rate
I think I'm John Gotti
Hit niggaz in the head, with that all red Ferrari
Like the black Liberace