Testo Dhog House - Homicide
Testo della canzone Dhog House (Homicide), tratta dall'album Knocking Off All Weak MCs
Hey, man, y'all about ready to strike to the dog castles?
It ain't popping up here, man
We should have been done that, man
Hey, man, I'm about to roll to the liquor store first
Gotta get my drink, bro
All right they said, yeah, you ready?
Ready, all right, man, let's roll
I'm ain't nothin' nice
Top down, 6-8 Catalina
It's time to clown
And the tribe is full of hounds wearing E.K.'s for protection
Now I'm spiking through the park for the lobby section
Everybody is doing they own thing, some slang
Some bang and some hang
Cops alert trying to take authority
Looking for a reason to sweat a minority
But I don't bang or slang white powder
I'm just down and apart as a rockwilder
Crept up, I parked my low
Locked it up so we can take a little stroll
Today is night so all the girls are out
This fuck I'm spiking on
We call it the doghouse
Doghouse
Doghouse
My video broke loose just last week
Not every freak I see is flaunting their wings
And jealous suckers play the envious game
Trying to slide on some fake McClane
A lot of brothers that I don't even know
Be surrounding me and hounding me and axing the road
'Cause my image is strong
And I get much attention
Stepping through the doghouse, sipping and dipping
I ain't tripping, I'm lounging to the fullest
Give me a freak or a trigger and I'll pull it
I see a fight, two fanatics going at it over coke
Now that's a very bad habit as I scope
I hear a scream and a shout
Some fool got jacked in the doghouse
Doghouse
Doghouse
Doghouse
So now I cruise to the store for some brew
I tried to greet, but the cops were dick
They've been waiting for a chance to harass me
So I froze, held my throat, if I don't, he'll blast me
Playing that T.J. Hooker role
He stepped to me for no reason, he was sweating me
He asked for proof of who I was
That ain't no trick, 'cause I know I'm legit, check the car
I ain't got nothing to hide
Praying to God, the tribes dash the nine
I let him sponge, he was a lost cause
All along, said Singh had the nine in his drawers
Since I was on probation
The cops thought he could catch me fly-laying in a doghouse
Doghouse
Doghouse
Doghouse
All these short, short skirts, got the tribe up tight
Gotta get set up for later on tonight, so now I'm fiending
The law's making everybody bail, gotta fool me a freak
That's down with the motel, straight ax them
Who you wanna back them?
Nah, I play the role, though
First I flatter them
I see a gang of them in my direction
They all have bad ends, a wide selection
I made my choice and put my beard in
I wander and rush into the Holiday Inn
I felt washed, but I painted no mind
And broke out with the 'do not disturb' sign
I had my thang on, right about then, I heard a nigga at my door
She said, "That's my husband"
I got pissed and gotta rent at this room
Come to find the freak, had a groom
I heard his death again, he said, "I want my wife's soul"
I threw a wild gator, threw some in fights
If you wanna keep your girl in check
And to yourself, without a doubt
Keep your spouse out the doghouse
Doghouse
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Writer(s): Cedric Lychon Singleton, Justin Moorer
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