Radio dial searching the wicked tune.....
(Btw sounds samples of :
Rbl Posse - Sorta like Psycho
Spice 1 - 187 Proof
Mac Dre feat. Coolio Da Unda Dogg - California Livin')
Heheh
Yeah
C-Sinister, T-Cee
I'm ready to rock it
f** an intro
Here come a dog from the Fillmoe
Jim Jones of vinyl
Hitler of Frisco
n***as can't understand how I rolls
Cause I wear dirty clothes and my hair ain't combed
But I'm Dre Dog
I lock and shake
Strike like a snake
Imma Reverend of hate
But some fools thought I was triple six
But I'm triple sick, and a red-nosed pit
So why would you think I'm the devil's kin?
I got teeth that'll penetrate nothin' but skin
And about Dre Dog, yeah, you know nothin
Fingernails will carve ya face like a pumpkin
And if you swing, fool, you better not miss
I got lyrics that'll start a f**in' exorcist
Cause I was born to catch and k**
And watch n***as burn like the Oakland hills
Who wanna hear Dre Dog get wicked?
(The n***as in the Jim Jones Posse!)
Who wanna hear Dre Dog get wicked?
(The n***as in the Jim Jones Posse!)
Ooh, I say praise the Lord
Jim Jones just gotta have more
From the s** to the money to the s** right back to the money
And I still dress bummy
Nappy hair makes a pony tail
Nike boots and long fingernails
Fat lips and smooth goatee
6'5" fool, n***a that's me
So like Aretha I want respect
Cause what you see, fool, is what you get
And what you see, yeah is knuckles that's bra**
I want your cash, Imma woop your a**
Pitiful, yous a catholic
And I will beat a n***a with gla**es
Lock and shake on his f**in face
Break a knife off into his waste
Cut his foot off for luck, yeah just like a rabbit
Dre Dog gotta have it
Who wanna hear Dre Dog get wicked?
(The n***as in the Jim Jones Posse!)
Who wanna hear Dre Dog get wicked?
(The n***as in the Jim Jones Posse!)
n***a I kick you in the face with my Nike boots
Who said that I wasn't 180 proof?
The reverend of hate got you by the roots, huh
Now n***a, who got juice?
And as you can see, I ain't heaven sent
24/7, I'm high or bent
Blowin blows in n***as face, cause I'm nothin polite
With a temper that the Devil wouldn't even like, so
Do me chewy as I sweep you with c**aine
My vocals bang, lyrics fall like acid rain
I bust a sweat, live and and cut throats
Buy cars, get hard, smoke dope!
Say Whatsup to Frisco's rudest
America's newest, Jim Jone's truest
Here's a smokin' reverend motha f**a
Thats out for the schemin'
A hip hop demon
Who wanna hear Dre Dog get wicked?
(The n***as in the Jim Jones Posse!)
Who wanna hear Dre Dog get wicked?
(The n***as in the Jim Jones Posse!)
1,2,3,4,..5
Ah yeah man, we got dre dog in yo muthaf**in' house
Buck-buck-buck-buck-buck
The brand new jim jones
Down wit the muthaf**in' jim jones posse man
You got gunned down on the muthaf**in' mic
Buck-buck-buck-buck-buck
Jump in down babylon
Taking all those s**ers out in frisco
With the most hated man ever
Buck-buck-buck-buck-buck
Now man! we gonna take this sheet to the other side man!
So we gone do a little some like this
We can't be stopped man, we only trip to the top
Me and dre dog man what's really goin on in frisco town
Buck-buck-buck-buck-buck
You can't stop a man, u can't be stop a man like dre dog man
What's really goin on, yo muthaf**as
Comin down man , (i'm getting ----)?
Buck-buck-buck-buck-buck