Lyrics:
MORTICIAN : Eric Idle
CUSTOMER : John Cleese
DEAD PERSON : ???
DENNIS : Michael Palin
WOMAN : Terry Jones
BLACK KNIGHT : John Cleese (?)
VILLAGER #1 :
East nineteen ninety nine my niggas
Thinkin' bout back in the days when the year was '89
Little nigga on da grind
Gotta get mine doing my crime,
East nineteen ninety nine my niggas
Thinkin' bout back in the days when the year was '89
Little nigga on da grind
Gotta get mine doing my crime,
rhyme
I sold a million, in '89
And if you didn't know baby, it's the 90's now
Old Short Dog got a new breakdown
I went to Miko's, fresh candy paint
So peace to homey $hort Dog!
Peace to that funky nigga Snoop Dog!
Peace to that old nigga Dirt Dog!
Pour some beer out on the curb for your dead
hold up, get 'em
Big dog status, high end fashion (yeah)
Dead fresh no stylist, I hustle with a passion
If she bad then I'm smashing, if she not then
never die. They just fade away."
"Lucy" "Ahhhhhhh!"
"It was a little cocker spaniel dog, and our little girl, Tricia, the six year old, named it
Let the new and the old school connect
Respect is universal when great minds collide
Under well arrange planet and stars
I damage ya car
And play
afraid to touch it
The sheets were hot dead prisons
And she was beside me
Old, she's not, young
Her dark white hair
Her white soft skin
Now, run
leads
them towards Bethlehem. The Wise Men enter the gates of the
sleeping town and make their way through the deserted streets.
A dog snarls at them.
A hit this nigga dead
Do y'all believe in ghosts?
Reach in the stash where I keep the toast
Then put a hole in ya gut big enough
To stash a whole ki'
Leave dirty paw prints on your brand new blouse Uh
Yo they call me a dog, and I'll sleep when I'm dead
They call me a dog, call me Clifford Big Red
They
partner
Hold it now
I'm Louis'd down
Don't do it partner
Hold it now
Or it's going down
Them so-called dope boys ain't sold enough
OG's ain't old
climbing the mountain
Until I'm dead I'll be out it
There ain't a day I'll be slouching
Only the best I'm allowing
Like Ah
Bitch I am gon' get it
I'm a dog
town take your throne too now
Yeah dog looking all around in a bitch
Now I'm going to go and get it old chopper in a fit
In a rage on the stage turn your
stopped now
You gotta eat dog, but ain't sweet dog
You could be liviing in the
Prison or deceased dog
And in the hood is like
A little Middle East dog
You
out my old white Too $hort tape
I'm playing "Dope Fiend Beat" and the shit still hits
Trying to stick my dick all in them lips
She said "No, I never
wit these east side niggas
We teach why'all niggas bout this murder shit
We got Tray Deee, Goldie Loc, Hav and P
Kokane, wit my nigga Snoop D-O-G-G
east
While you're left to explain them to me
Released from their hairless and blind cavalry
With your hands in your pockets, stubbily running
ain't shit, that's why she's trying my crew
Pardon me, I move retardedly
This shit is old to me, the real New York is part of me
I'm always shopping,
retreat
Straight from London, she out in the East
Let her shop and she keep the receipts
Don't you tell him you got it from me
After this, I'ma need
smoke again
Ayo, who's that, it's Lil EZ
Back from the dead, eggs over easy all over his head
I can cook you an omelette and shove it down your throat
Had to leave my old hoe I went and got a new bitch
Bro went chopper shopping yeah he said he need a new stick
I'm a old dog but I still got some new
the pimps
Eleven years old going hard on a bitch (hard on a bitch)
Bitches walking down the street tryna to get my grip
Everything she get, nigga, that's
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