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Watch it, watch it, watch itDog Boy here, and I'm stickin' with the KingsCool and delayedSaint!, comin' comin'I be getting faded, discombobulatedNever say I made it till I'm pissin' off the topO.C. playas, fly rhyme sayersHaters can't fade us cuz it's true hip-hopMC-in' is the place for me to be inAnd nut-swinging is the way that I be G-in'Never leanin' to the old, for the lyrical holdLetras de cancionesKeep my shit bold, morals i stoleFuck parol when I stroll, man I dodge five-OI dip-dive, fuck a bribe, live to rock the show and the hoSkip the blow, gimme the 40, yoI like a lady down to ride like a rodeoYou see anarchy are flies like the hemp on a hippyCussin' like a mother cuz my head's a little trippyMy bud's I like 'em sticky, so pack another rip, DHigh as the plains west of the MississippiI be getting faded, discombobulatedNever say I made it till I'm pissin' off the topO.C. playas, fly rhyme sayers,Haters can't fade us cuz it's true hip-hopEh rude boy, lad you party nonstopYou're the first to start, you're the last to dropEh rude boy, you never fear the cops cuz music is our weaponAnd that them can't stopPunk rock mental my thoughts are horseHip hop freestyle, freedom of courseOoh, my old girl Mary better known as a shwag-hagEvery other night she help me out buying dime bagsA dime to a twenty, to a forty, to EI switched to homegrown now I puff on Bobby B's, yoI be getting faded, discombobulatedNever say I made it till I'm pissin' off the topO.C. playas, fly rhyme sayers,They just can't fade us cuz it's true hip-hopEh rude boy, lad you party nonstop,You're the first to start, you're the last to dropEh rude boy, you never fear the cops cuz music is our weaponAnd that them can't stopCheck your traits, you perpetrate I can't relateYour mental mind state is far to overrate, you can't skateDon't sit and debate, you need to skip the stateAsk Jesus Christ to clean the slateI think it's fate, I ain't done yet so waitYour philosophies, pale and underweight, they're out of dateOne mo' thing, and then we're straight, put the fake to sleepAnd then I catch you at the wakeAnd then we'll bake, and once again try to relateHopefully the good will win, you'll lose the hateCounts are closed, I think we''re up to dateWake up young chump, get a grip, checkmateSound boy, you should've thanked the SaintHe just saved your life from a terrible fateSound boy, Saint just put you in checkHe set you straight to save your own neckI be getting faded, discombobulatedNever say I made it till I'm pissin' off the topO.C. playas, fly rhyme sayers,They just can't fade us cuz it's true hip-hopOh, Lord have mercy, Lord have mercySinging with the Kings up on the record versionEh rude boy, I say you party nonstopYou're the first to start, you're the last to dropEh rude boy, you never fear the cops cuz music is our weaponAnd that them can't stopShucka shucka to all the rude boysShucka shucka with Suburban NoizeComing in unity, like one big familyEvery S.B. release gonna make you feel so irieIt's Dog Boy, you know me chat nonstopSeeking the roots rub-a-dub, ragamuffin punk rockIt's Dog Boy, kickin down your shitFrom your microphone, ear, to your consolateLike the black flag song, we're gonna rise aboveEvery time we're coming with respect and loveI am the one Dog-Boy from L.A., CAIn the name of unity I man must sayFrom London, to Kingston, from the South BayAll me out to do is flash my styleeNow I am a-comin' and I'm settin' em downLittle sound boy with no solutionCheck the bag, with just one flowYou may find you don't need a egoIt's Dog Boy, you know me chat nonstopWith the roots rub-a-dub, ragamuffin punk rockEh rude boy, you never fear the cops, music is our weaponAnd that them can't stop From Letras Mania