The name is Dilla Dog and I can only rep the real and the raw
and I’ve been in this game something like a vet
I already flipped the Range and whipped the Lex
and y’all seen the Beemer, the mynx, the whole team is creamed up
pimp it to the pinkie ring ‘cause
it’s how we do in the Dirty District
cans of whoop-ass, murders, and pistol whips
Ain’t nothin’, we immune to it
used to the blockers and bang it’s not the game
and I rock them chains that make a man be beefed
we got thangs to make a man sleepy
Dilla Dog, yes…
Yeah, you got your clones and then me
Goin’ out to the dufus claimin’ they on them deuce-deuces
and don’t even own a ten-speed
Stop ‘cause you don’t wan go against we
The district dangerous from flows to MP’s
(Let me show you how to do dis, biaatch)
Go ahead witcha little gas station jake-ups
y’all just clowns without the makeup. Wakeup!
(Let me show you how to do dis, biaatch)
Plus it’s time time for time for action
you won’t catch me in a cipher cipher rappin’
I’m in the dub Wednesday nights with dykes and asses poppin’
bitches see us pop bottles and they ask for glasses
they lucky to get a glass of pop
It’s the Cake Boys with the massive knots
oh! We the truth like the Glock is plastic
hands up, let’s flash the rocks…
