the blocks, rollin in groups Drinkin on somethin 90 proof So let the dogs loose [dogs barking] So let the dogs loose [barking to fade]
fat blunt, stoned is the way of the walk When I'm peepin' Checkin' out the punk-ass creepin' I let the dogs loose then I let the dogs sick 'em Graaah
the front piece of, My lapel, is custom-made, You off the rack shit, I'm off the chain, come on. The dogs are loose, And yeah we get at themon like san
hee-ho Slapshots, jackpots, and pe-nnals Throw graffiti on the wall, throwin up Reemo Gambino three dice, headcrack Cee-Lo In ya earhole, let the snare
get loose Get Loose...all the ladies, Get Loose...all the fellas, Get Loose...all the brothers, Get Loose...all the mothers, Get Loose...all the sisters, Get Loose...now the dogs
loves sloppy dimensions like son-daughter links Such determinated leopards, successfully disshelved Little soliders developed like serpents despite life sentence ducking lemmings Some don't like sobriety's dirty lenses Some do let sleeping dogs
uniform Cut off three limbs with a new arm dead planet in it's palm Flow some life in your rap one cross second Let me take you from your normally programmed
or get your vocal cords cut MOTHERFUCKER [Both] Wavin the four-four! [Kurupt] I'm headless nigga, but I packs a big piece Blastin, they let assassins loose
got the batter, get the mixer as the trickster will fix ya a batch of rhymes you know that soothes, like an elixir and sticks your ribs so let the cheese
so filthy Gritty, grungy, God still loves me Righteousness is the bread and I'm so hungry Lord give me some, bid me to come Not my will but let yours
a fat blunt, stoned is the way of the walk When I'm peepin' Checkin' out the punk-ass creepin' I let the dogs loose then I let the dogs sick 'em Graaah
E to the motherfuckin' Swift) and Defari Herut, c'mon AH, AH, Likwit motherfucker What, you didn't know? Let it bump, let it bump, let it bump [Defari
[Verse One] The entertainer who flips shows thats the bomb like 2 chicks Threw your acoustics when on stage I use wits To all ya dogs let it be known
rappers like I'm Jesus You didn't know I order hits and what not? Don't make me have to let the dogs loose and hear the two-per shot, BOO-YA Ain't it
in Atlanta like John Smoltz Makin' money make the world go round A stack'll make a nigga girl go down, clown Patron and Grey Goose'll get the bitch loose
're taking over the ship I must get my weapons, ready They will not, take over this ship I gotta let the dogs loose They've got the alien, cornered It
a wig like she comin from China Y'all fronted in rented Benzes with Avis on 'em No breakfast, I'm goin home, fuck Chelsea or diner Let the guys with the
