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want to be
Out of here
I know that you have got that
Inner fear

Over run by one
Over run by the other
Over run by one
Over run by the other
A rabbit bein' chased by a big, black dog
Through the early mornin' fog
Over the meadow and past the bog,
They were runnin'

The rabbit had
C'monna, why'want to, surely gonna make it a try
Chiquita, I needa, cut me off a piece of ya...
Attacked by monsters
Kissing dogs

Attacked by
over
The dog days are done
Can you hear the horses?
'Cause here they come

Run fast for your mother, run fast for your father
Run for your
bone
I get so hung up on bones
Dr Funkenstein here
Preoccupied and dedicated 
To the preservation of the motion of hips

We love to funk you,
featuring Phife Dawg 



yo Shaq  where ya at? 

I'm over here 

yo Shaq  where ya at? 

yo yo  I'm over here 

yo Shaq  where ya at?
over here/ yo Shaq, where ya at?
I'm over here/ 3-D where ya at?
He's over there/Big Chris, where ya at?
He's over there/Nick Ander, where ya at?
was a beautiful child,
Dr. Abe Sacrabin sought to it that Kevin was trained by the best in all
Aspects of performing, his voice was golden 
And had
Happiness hit her like a bullet in the back
Struck from a great height
By someone who should know better than that

The dog days are over
The dog days
Happiness hit her like a bullet in the back
Struck from a great height
By someone who should know better than that

The dog days are over
The dog days
Happiness hit her like a bullet in the back
Struck from a great height
By someone who should know better than that

The dog days are over
The dog days
Emma get me a lemon
And if there are none
Get me a lime
And if we got none
Go out and get some
I'm gonna wait here
By your french door
the neighbourhood, you dig
I'm just sliding trough, man
Yeah, well dig. I heard you been over there in that studio with Dr.Dre landing down them cold YA DIG'S!
Yeah
Over and over
'Til it floats up into the sky
To your beautiful baby

On the high ground
You're there on your own
>From the high ground
You see
bone
I get so hung up on bones
Dr Funkenstein here
Preoccupied and dedicated 
To the preservation of the motion of hips

We love to funk you,
and closer and closer
By the time this night is over

Le'ts take a slow and easy ride
Just lay back and let love take us over
There's magic here with you
Puttin fingerprints on my bicycle
Walkin up to have a drink at the club ?there is? three Irish chicks
Lookin at me like I'm sick
Walkin by chin-chins I
and closer and closer
By the time this night is over

Lets take a slow and easy ride
Just lay back and let love take us over
There's magic here with you
that Dr. Dre, baby? Touch me right there
Party over here, ain't shit over there

Pop yo' collars like this
Bottles up like this
Side to side like this
Bourbon soda over ice, in the basement shade
Got it made, no one here, just the beer man's dog
Howling at the moon heat gnawing on a bone
Waiting
the books for less.

Sammy Cohen is the bookie
Sitting over there
Drinking three star brandy
He doesn't seem to care
No-one wants to know him
They say
a death
Check yo self, you just been invaded by true soldiers
December 31st, 96 (the game is over)

[Chorus]

(I've got all my life to live, plus with
right there
Is that Dr. Dre baby? Touch me right there
Party over here, ain't shit over there!

[Bridge]

[Busta] 
What you sayin Missy!?
a law
(He's just a scientist)
That's all
Everybody's flippin' over Fabian
Or Frankie Avalon
But nobody ever seems to give a flip
Over Dr. Werner Von
the books for less.

Sammy Cohen is the bookie
Sitting over there
Drinking three star brandy
He doesn't seem to care
No-one wants to know him
They say