George Clinton - Tales That Wag The Dog lyrics

That dope's teasingly teasin', teasin' my nose This dope's pleasingly pleasin' and I'm pleasingly froze All wired up but I'm hangin' I heard Bells ringin' If you slingin', this mobile dope dog knows. Bow-wow-wow goes the yippee yea yo track and I'm back Storytellin' about the payroll stack, that I'm out to get loud about Who cares about the anything whatsoever to do or to pursue, f** it I bark about you. Punk, high rollers cold duckits Yea, I'm spillin' the beans on the kingpins and drugloards Just say no, my a**, this is a drug war, punk n***a need you ask, do I need? How can you help me fool? Just gimme somthin' I can say you simps tried to sell me Yea, my mission is to point you out He got it there it goes toss his punk a** in the pen His defense position is irrelevent and all I'll want is the f**in' evidence So I can come up and bust the high beam tweak So what you got to say for yourself, now? You caught a case and got that look on your face More power to the hooskow hours you fittin' to spend days, weeks, months, years, when will it ever end? Who the hell ever said that crime don't pay? All I did was play a part in a raid and I'm paid in full Save the bullsh** for Bandini I can't wait to see you go up in smoke Like I dream of Genie I'll Jack Jack for his Jill, Yo, we'll take bribes Jack sh**, let's make a deal. Your nuts and bolts were rusted, Now you busted, your mama's so disgusted with you and the slap stupid a** Things you have tendencies to do cause you's a damn fool, n***a. I see myself in your shoes sometime But today I do the dope and you do the time What you fittin' to do with that there pooper scooper stupid? This ain't poop, this is dog sh** And a little bit of it will knock an ol' funk Junky to his knees, n***a please, ruff ruff Now dig, f** the cat, 'cause we smooth, we do the dog, like that. (Tracy's 3 lines) Now, how's about a fat philly full of that World War II And that ahhhhhhhhll you can eat bar-b-que, ruff ruff You make me beg baby, got me moanin' Foamin' at the mouth, peein' 'round your house And ya bark like you don't know it Thought I heard your whistle And I don't blow when my red love shows and my fleas start tickin' Don't like to do my own lickin' This ain't puppy love, I knew that when I wagged you down 'Cause I went and bought a collar with my last dollar Roll over, I want a tit or two or three, it doesn't matter to me. You look good b**h, makin' my neck itch The smell of your booty is all that and a milkbone straight off the gravy train Hey, what's your name? They call me 68, cause I'm straight, I wanna do you Scobbie-doo-be-doobe-doobee-do, but don't be doggin' me out. You doggin' me out.