This is a you A rhyme dedicate to the ca nine
Come here boy I said it's play time
It's time to play with the mind of a slimmie
I don't want to 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 want to 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 want to 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 you-Haul
Forget the grindin' shit, I ain't tryin' to get the blue ball
Brap 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 body wrecker
Inter-sector, 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 obediently
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 ah, 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

Copyright: Downtown Music Publishing, Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC, Universal Music Publishing Group
Writer(s): CHRISTOPHER H JASPER, ERNIE ISLEY, LONNIE RASHID LYNN, MARVIN ISLEY, O'KELLY ISLEY, RONALD ISLEY, RUDOLPH ISLEY, TONY CRAIG