Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Dog It, artist - Digable Planets. Album song Blowout Comb, in the genre Рэп и хип-хоп
Date of issue: 17.10.1994
Record label: Capitol
Song language: English
Dog It |
DPS forever hit ya’with the live stuff |
Suliman the Bronx Ripper on the live puff |
V Love, that’s my money like dominoes |
Brooklyn do keep it rocking till the sun shows |
I pop my junk my junk, I pop my junk my junk |
I pop my junk my junk, Pop my junk my junk |
I pop my junk my junk, like what you want you want |
Pop my junk my junk, I pop my junk |
The noise that we made is blue, in color sound |
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that play my crew couldn’t walk the new found |
I chalk the new sound |
I bop like Teddy Charles was burning |
when I excurse on excursions |
Arriving at the doors of mind shores of seas |
Burnt you with degrees solarly |
Plus my leather jacket go acid disappear in the wisp |
In the mist, with a fist |
Proletariat, Cad-i-lac steering it Fro soul gold Panther crew grab our poppers |
Now, I’m making bacon |
Still saying wa ah salaam ah lakum |
Fresh joints we make 'em like water |
Butter rap treasures at my leisure whatever whatever |
So I gave my mind a pound cause y’all we had it down |
We symbolize the blessed and represent the rest |
Grass in my pockets I release my hot rockets |
K.B. |
said What you give 'em? |
I was like Mad rhythm. |
That’s my junk |
Eric ??? |
always hits me with the live stuff |
Bahamadia back the sounds with the love love |
T.J. |
and Lisa real peoples 89 and still |
In Fort Green on diamond back is where I’m at Feelin’da funk da funk that’s in the trunk the trunk |
I feel the funk da funk, feelin’the funk da funk |
I’m feelin’funk da funk I’m in the trunk da trunk |
Feelin’da funk da funk, I am the funk |
I raise everyday for the mass |
Tote my fist right up right against the fascist |
Descend to my borough digs my diction |
It’s way on time ??? |
So watch fifth line still shining |
I’m left this year a ??? |
player |
In my vein lives bell hooks Derrick Bell, Reggie Butler |
See Marvin knew it, and Sly knew it Cube know it and now we do it outta Brooklyn |
Outta sight brown sandals ??? |
in M.C.s with angles |
Commit to street corners where players be jayin |
I’m saying a Digable swinger |
Word to mouth brought the clout 'specially in the summer |
We vanish like vapor |
Burn paper |
We deal real-real so chill |
We linger in the funk |
Yes Yes, bus stop what’s (Watts) up On the script side |
Low down the whole mix and flips I 63 |
Jay B and M.C. |
baby blue great |
Do it fluent keep it real and straight |
We make it bump de bump, we make it bump se bump |
We make it pump se pump, we make it bump |
Buuump, Buuump, Puuump, Buuump |
Save your corny missions for the tracks you lying on We got ammunition for the streets we dying on Stones, rocks, subways, blocks, chill mode |
Loot fold |
Rebel wit no pause down to die for cause be-cause |
Denia gotta see a fatter day |
It’s Saturday I’m looking at the streets as my Nikes |
Cover asphalt ??? |
the night |
My weight crush trash broken glass |
Play the wall with one foot up Yo What up Ish?, What’s up. |
The flyer we get the higher we get |
Good try-ers |
Is good die-ers that it so I move |
We showed and we prove |
It’s groove food |
What’s going on You want to see knowledge born, see C Knowledge Born |
Before we fall victim we lick 'em |
I ain’t playin' |
Meet me at the corner Murder and Adolpha |
I bless you with some joints, the mental hollow points |
We do it in the park, we do it in the park |
That’s right, that’s right |
We do it in the park, we do it in the park |
I’m fluent after dark, in any sit-e-ation (situation) |
My tools, jewels, the nation |
That’s how we bump |