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Common - Puppy Chow lyrics
This is a U-A rhyme, dedicate to the ca-nine Tch-a-ch-tchk, c'mere boy, I said it's play-time It's time to play with the mind of a slimmie I don't wanna be a freak, but it's the dog in me I don't pretend to be the open door roses type I open the door for myself, and I close it right in your face, now you wanna taste my food, what? You got your own food, get a attitude You get left, call the ref if you think it's foul I ain't tryin to hear that, so have a Coke and a smile Cause after awhile, I'ma wanna get BUCKwild And now months laters, I'ma say it ain't my child I'm sterile girl, we ain't never did nothin Cause only you and I know that the Common Sense is bluffin Little Miss Muffett, that's how the ball bounces Sorry you gotta bounce the ball eight pounds and two ounces That's how I'm livin, just like a rottweiler When I was a shorty, I was a lot wilder But then I got milder, and settled down with a harem and when I can't bear em, I share em You see it's like no, pass it off, pass pass the puss I ain't a nerd, but WE'VE GOT BUSH So cut the bush brat, and let's move it like a U-Haul Forget the grindin shit, I ain't tryin to get the blueball Brrrrrrrrap bump me child, I'm speakin upon the nitty gritty I'm a dog -- HERE KITTY KITTY .. Zippidy-doo-dah, a zippidy-zippidy-day Unzip your zipper baby, and come my way I'm Jack the Ripper, na-nah not Jack Tripper Cause Three is not Company when your other two friends are thicker So come one friend, come two friend, come all United we stand, divide your legs so I can fall in your bowl of cherries, Kerrie is so very thick thicker than the Dick Tom and Harry Tom and Jerry (WHAT?) A Woody Woodpecker You need body work, I work that body, I'm a bodywrecker Intersector, I'm the nectar plus the plum I manage to take advantage, cause some of these hoes are so dumb If you got some, just an eensy BIT of game then it's safe to say it's that bet you can get a dame I shoot, aim the same game, yo obedientally Tell em that I get the drawers come off immediately Here comes a nut slut, and we can do the Beat Street strut and be that I'm a mutt -- so what? No but if's or maybe baby, look who's talkin to It's true when I'm drunk I might bone anything that's walkin down the street, watchin ladies Nobody's watchin you, because you got a baby I ain't tryin to be a stepfather so I don't bother Word to mommy dearest, I look farther Down the road, to a road not taken I'm tired of all these same bitches, I need to take care a new flower, so Joe can take a shower and get wet, and then jet like ahhhh, seven-forty-seven I tell the girls my number 7-7-7-ninety-three-eleven Then I'm steppin, so when they call me, you'll hear "Is Common there?" Uh-uh, sorry you got the wrong number, if you wonder I'm the lumberjack Choppin down the cherry tree and never comin back It's like that and it'll be like that Because a dog is a woman's best friend black |
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