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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 »


didn't let a day go by
Everytime dawg came to the shy (what!)
I was good, trips out to Phoenix with the scrambling squad
If I come back to Phoenix I'm
after bitch, city after city
And I still treat'em shitty
Tell it to ya face yo, no lie
Everyday I live my life like the world 'bout to die
(Shaggy 2
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
by the cool shit
Or those chains or that ice or them cars
All that's bullshit
If that's what your lookin for
Keep lookin hoe
Cause you got the wrong
been through

*** be your dawg one day and turn *** out the blue
A *** gon? do what a *** gon? do
Better off runnin? by yourself if you only knew
ain't no other
Trini-born black like Nia Long's grandmother
Tip and Sha they all that, Phife-Dawg ditto
Honey tell your man to chill, or else you'll be
ain't no other
Trini-born black like Nia Long's grandmother
Tip and Sha they all that, Phife-Dawg ditto
Honey tell your man to chill, or else you'll be
by the cool shit
Or those chains or that ice or them cars
All that's bullshit
If that's what your lookin for
Keep lookin hoe
Cause you got the wrong
woulda killed
But it was my fault nigga I kept it too real

We busted choppaz at niggaz layed in bushes together
You had me fooled dawg I thought you
is longer than the hat worn by Dr. Seuss
Love a girl in Daisy Dukes like them kids called Duice
Gets paid to sex the hoochie like my main man Luke
I wake up and got four or five bitches in the bed
Smokin weed, Drinkin liquor by da keg
I was born an O.G. if yaint heard about me
I put four
I'ma tell y'all a lil' story man, yaknahm'sayin? 
Yo this is a song about, somebody who did me wrong dawg
I thought you was my homie man I guess
my face

These bullets he gon taste


A waste of your life, steppin' wrong, I'm on trees

Best ta leave me alone, best ta go make some cheese

Enemies
the front game down packed but you ain't got the nuts
You probably got off before but you ain't wack nothing
This the wrong place to play games dawg
Uh yes y'all baby
Yeah, yeah, work it out
Work it out dawg, work it out now
Uh, y'all motherfuckers, 
Big dawgs in the house what?
Terror Squad
the wall.
And hand on fire in case I gotta get off.
Ain't nothin over here for ya but problems dawg.
Surrounded by all hood bitches, no model brawds.
What's up with murder y'all, see my little cousin was hung 
Somebody was really wrong, everybody want to test us dawg
Then Miss Sleazy set up Eazy
there
She might trip a lil while but believe she care
Always by ya side dawg when you got no one else
Even if you hurt mom she'll still be there
I don't
Uh yes y'all baby
Yeah, yeah, work it out
Work it out dawg, work it out now
Uh, y'all motherfuckers, 
Big dawgs in the house what?
Terror Squad
the valley of Chi where death is
Top floor of the view alone will leave you breathless- Uhhhh!
Try to catch it- Uhhhh!- it's kinda hard

Getting choked by
I wake up and got four or five bitches in the bed
Smokin weed, Drinkin liquor by da keg
I was born an O.G. if yaint heard about me
I put four
live to die

What's up with murder y'all, see my little cousin was hung
Somebody was really wrong, everybody want to test us dawg
Then miss sleazy
a date with death
He had to make though
I'm feelin eerie, I'm liftin up the yellow tape
By the time I get to the scene
They rollin this away
I wonder
to murder me (Naw hold up man don’t shoot, I live over there)
Land of the beautiful (ay, ay man what you doin)
Cursed by the hate we throw (you trippin' dawg
live to die

What's up with murder y'all, see my little cousin was hung
Somebody was really wrong, everybody want to test us dawg
Then miss sleazy