Dogged Out Lyrics - The Trials And Tribulations Of Russell Jones - Ol' Dirty Bastard

[Intro: Too $hort (Ol' Dirty Bastard)] 

Bitch you knew I was a dog when you met me 

How you gonna get mad at me now? 

'cause I got bitches.. everywhere 

Bitch I'm a player, y'know 

(Y'know, killa, y'know'I'msayin' 

I said shit, I said, that's dat monster +Dog Shit+, y'know'I'msayin' 

This is all dedicated to all you hoes) 

And bitches 

[Ol' Dirty Bastard (Too $hort)] 

Shame on a nuh, who tried to step TUH 

the Ol' Dirty Bas, put my foot up your UHH 

Bitch, you walk around with your bra too tight (beitch) 

It's alright, you still gon' get fucked tonight 

Hoeeeeee! (bitch fucky) Stinkin ass hoe! 

You're the type of bitch don't appreciate shit 

Never had shit, so you won't be shit 

That pussy there, couldn't satisfy a hair 

on my body, treat me like a lolli and slob me doooooown (beitch) 

I'm Doo Doo Brown! (beitch) Hehahahaha 

Tossed salad, oh you in some shit now 

Callin me a dog, well leave a dog alone 

'cause nothin can stop me from buryin my bones 

in the backyard, of someone else's house 

Ol' Dirt Dog, but I'm not +Dogged Out+ 

Here comes Rover, sniffin at your ass 

Pardon me bitch, as I shit on your grass 

That means hoe, you been shit-ted on! 

I'm not the first dog that's shitted on your lawn 

[Chorus x2: Ol' Dirty Bastard] 

Callin me a dog, well leave a dog alone 

'cause nothin can stop me from buryin my bones 

in the backyard, of someone else's house 

Ol' Dirt Dog, but I'm not dog out 

[Big Syke] 

Right behind my pitbull, all wrong 

That wanna make the cat moan all night long 

Puppy don't take me wrong, but it's gon' 

Be monkeys up, so call me gettin' toned 

Get gone thong, crew comin' through 

Big Syke daddy wid the Brooklyn Zu 

You know what to do, freaky sucky sucky 

Won't you show the crew how you play wit' the monkey 

Let him see you don't fake it, and you can take it 

It's only the bigger bone, gotta make it 

Baby shake it in the worst way, OK 

Up in you in the parle 

My forte is a freakyness, look at this 

I don't kiss anythin' that I don't miss, runnin' sense 

to get licked from the nuts to the crack of my butt 

I'm a dog, so what, but you still give it up, Wu/woof 

[Chorus x2] 

[Too $hort] 

Beitch, this is what I tell these hoes 

Don't sweat it baby, you'll never be my lady 

Take this bone, straight to the dome 

And get on (get on), 'cause I don't wanna talk 

Shut the fuck up if you done wanna walk 

We on the same page? I thought so 

You know them +Big Dogs+ hit you wit' their paw hoe 

Big pimp (pimpin') jump the fence 

Hoppin' all night it don't make no sense (na na) 

From New York to Cali', whylin' (wild) 

I got the bitch in the alley howlin' (beitch) 

And she don't wanna go nowhere 

She got love for a player she don't know no better 

That's why I tell her (tell her) 

I'd be wid you forever if I could find time to put you 

in my schedule (beitch) 

Beitch, $hort Dog in the house 

[Chorus x2] 

[Ol' Dirty Bastard] 

She flew in like calm breeze 

Tall brown skin, her weave like palm trees 

I went coconuts 

Dipped my Dunkin' between your Donut 

Don't want it if it ain't no slut, bitch! 

Fathership touch ground, like fly on soup 

Don't invite me I tear the fuck down 

White boys cut my toupee! 

Seventh day rester, or scream play 

I slump MC slay, it ain't nuttin to bust ass 

Bullet him, get him fast 

Bitch I don't break out, blast to the next rash 

The dog piss on MC's like trees 

Got meals but still grill that old good welfare cheese 

[Chorus x2]