Theodore Grams - Dogtown lyrics

("We Hustlin'" a previous Theodore Grams song plays backwards, which is a version of "Dogtown" in reverse) VERSE 1 I'm ridin' through my hood, Germantown Ave. coastin' (uhn) I'm in it like tennis, this the Uptown Open Philly this my city, it ain't gotta be spoken On my way to a dollar, if they ask where I'm goin' Bad b**h, natural hair, and she never had a sew in (Nillz) Tired of these clowns, think it's time they bring a pro in (Yeah) Tables finally turning, now everybody joe'n (huh?) And she say BabyJesus, and I just start the glowing (laughs) Ooh, hella swagga', I got hella swagga' (swagga) Chains (chains), Whips (whips), but we our own masters (Ha) And n***as know I'm Phratin' 'till I'm laying in a casket But the way I'm stuntin', I may end up in a casket CHORUS [Chanting "turn up"] Swag down, All black down, Phrat on deck of course And my b**h, she the baddest 'round, she built like a horse (x2) (We Out'chea bruh) Channel 6, Live at 6, She asked me can I push a 6 That's three sixes, that's three b**hes, sittin' in the back of it Swag down, All black down, Phrat on deck of course And my b**h, she the baddest 'round, she built like a horse (hey, hey, hey!) VERSE 2 I'm ridin' through my hood, Sharpnack street coastin' (right) Treat that p**y like an ollie, bust that sh** wide open (pow, pow, pow) Tell a hater, try harder, can't see you I'm focused (I don't see you) Oh you ain't like my sh**; my fault I ain't even notice (laughs) Shorty threw on a jacket, yeah, she say I'm the coldest Put her ankles on her shoulders, have her screamin' like Otis (aghh, aghh!) Shorty gave me some head, gave her a pack of some Orbitz Told her if she don't dig game, then I suggest that she forfeit (ahh) I'm on some already gone sh** L's already sparked (sparked), and I'm already roasted My n***as want parts (parts), and I told them to go in I rip sh** apart (part), but already know this CHORUS [Chanting "turn up"] Swag down, All black down, Phrat on deck of course And my b**h, she the baddest 'round, she built like a horse (x2) (We Out'chea bruh) Channel 6, Live at 6, She asked me can I push a 6 That's three sixes, that's three b**hes, sittin' in the back of it Swag down, All black down, Phrat on deck of course And my b**h, she the baddest 'round, she built like a horse (hey, hey, hey!) We Hustlin', We hustlin' (what you ain't know?) We Hustlin', We hustlin' (what you ain't know?) n***as hatin' (n***as hatin?) n***as hatin' (n***as hatin?) We Hustlin', We hustlin' (what you ain't know?) Phrat (what you ain't know) Philly (what you ain't know) [Chants turn up] (what you ain't know) (bells reverse rise out)