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Tone Dogg solo (produced by Cal-S-thetics)
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So. Cal locals addressing necessities and building upon legacies to fulfill our destinies. Straight Hip Hop, No Chaser...
Let us introduce you to Cal-S-thetics- resident producer and emcee, Tone Dogg Raw- raw rhyme writer and emcee, and Ric the New Rula- beatbox general and emcee all of whom are delighted to have ya on this voyage with us upon the Glass Bottom Boat aka the Pens Men's ship aka the window to the world. Watch as our pens flow on fresh soundwaves opening up the world through the porthole of hip hop...
Song Info
Genre
Hip-Hop • Hip Hop General
Charts
Peak #1,668
Peak in subgenre #925
Author
C. Sakioka & A. Garcia
Rights
2005 Glass Bottom Boat Productions
Uploaded
September 03, 2005
Track Files
MP3
MP3 2.3 MB • 128 kbps • 2:28
Story behind the song
Originally, for Ric and Tone, Tony just wrote fire and made a song out of a mediocre beat. Written in clusters of 4 bar intervals.
Lyrics
(Tone Dogg) Watch me... 'Cause here I go again/ mighty lung, blowin' wind/ with a joker's grin/ I broke a pen/ when I wrote this gem/ that's on the real home boy 'cause I don't pretend/ Watch me... 'Cause the Raw is back/ make the heads wanna go and have a heart attack/ god's dogg never spit no garbage rap/ don't sleep, this was made for insomiacs/ Watch me... With a hungry dogg dialect/ raw accent, I'm hard-headed with an iron neck/ represent present-tense, doggy style mic check/ fatal medicine, spit it like it means life or death/ Watch me... With darts, I've done did my research/ purple yin poison make ya blood flow reverse/ sharp and accurate, I pierce your teflon t-shirt/ I'm nice with liquid arrows, I quench the fiends' thirst/ Watch me... Use the fist of the western star/ to grip the mic and rip that shit apart/ My message scars the track, I keep my weapon sharp/ respect the repitoit/ don't fuck with doggs' in Resevoirs/ Watch me... 'Cause this ain't no if, buts or probablys/ it's that genuine uncut, not cooked or copied/ I came with no protection, raw doggy/ take forties to the neck, homie, just watch me/ Watch me... Twist a blunt out some bomb ass kush/ and pull the fog over your eyes like president bush/ give birth to a flow, control my breath and push/ cooch-mouth emcees suck on a douche and shoush/ Watch me... Catch a case and plead not guilty/ even if the dirt I did was filthy/ still walk out the court room with a cheese on my grill piece/ all because I'm still free, and my pants is still creased/ Watch me... Cruise up in a big black caddy/ ride clean and classy/ rhyme mean and nasty/ in long beach city, saggin' in khakis/ "and he still don't stop at stop signs," Exactly/ Watch me... If your still askin' questions/ I still have the method, I still rap impressive/ I still burn germs, still spit anti-septic/ and I still make music with the homie, Cal-S-thetics
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