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Dog It
On Tour
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Dog It was released on October 18, 1994 by Pendulum Records as a part of the album Blowout Comb
October 18, 1994
LabelPendulum Records
LanguageEnglish
BPM92
Melodicness
Acousticness
Valence
Danceability
Energy

Music Video

Music Video

Lyrics

[Verse 1]
DPS  forever hit ya with the live stuff
Suliman the Bronx Ripper on the live puff
V Love that's my money like dominoes
Brooklyn do keep it rocking till the sun shows
I pop my junk, my junk, I pop my junk, my junk
I pop my junk, my junk, I pop my junk, my junk
I pop my junk, my junk, like what you want you want
Pop my junk, my junk, I pop my junk
[Verse 2]
The noise that we made is blue, in color sound
Toys who played my crew couldn't walk the new ground
Or chalk the new sound
A bop like Teddy Charles was burning
When I excurse on excursions
Arriving at the doors of minds shores of seas
Burnt you with degrees solarly
Plus my leather jacket go acid disappear in the wisp
In the mist, with the fist
Proletariat, Cadillac steering it
Fro soul cold Panther crew grab our poppers
Now, I'm making bacon
Still saying, Wa A Salaam A Lakum
Fresh joints we make'm like water
Butter rap treasures at my leisure whatever, whatever
So I gave my mind a pound cause ya'll we had it down
We symbolize the blessed and represent the rest
Grabs in my pockets I release my hot rockets
K.B. said what you give'm I was like mad rhythm, that's my junk
[Verse 3]
Eric Dolphy always hits me with the live stuff
Bahamadia back the sounds with love, love
T.J. and Lisa real people 89 and still
In Fort Green on diamond back is where I'm at
Feeling the funk da funk that's in the trunk da trunk
I feel the funk da funk, feeling the funk da funk
I'm feeling funk da funk I'm in the trunk da trunk
Feeling the funk da funk, I am the funk
I raise everyday for the mass
Tote my fist right up, right against the fascist
Descend to my borough fix my diction
It's way on time
Fossil watch fifth line still shining
I'm left this year a lone player
In my vein lives Bell Hooks, Derrick Bell, Reggie Butler
See Marvin knew it, and Sly knew it
Cube know it and now we do it outta Brooklyn
Outta sight brown sandals handlin' them M.C.'s with angles
Commit to street corners where the playas be jayin'
I'm sayin, a digable swinger
Word to mouth brought the clout 'specially in the summer
You vanish like vapor
Burn paper
We deal real, real so chill
We linger in the funk
[Verse 4]
Yes yes, bus stop what's up
On the script side
Low down the whole mix and flips I 63
J.B. and M.C. baby blue great
Do it fluent keep it real and straight
[Verse 5]
We make it bump de bump, we make it bump se bump
We make it pump se pump, we make it bump
Save your corny missions for the tracks you lying on
We got ammunition for the streets we dying on
Stones, rocks, subways, blocks, chill mode
Loot fold
Rebel wit no pause down to die for cause because
Dania gotta see a fatter day
[Verse 6]
It's Saturday I'm looking at the streets as my Nikes
Cover asphalt
Digs way to night
My weight crush trash broken glass
Play the wall with one foot up
Yo what's up Ish?
What's up?
The flyer we get, the higher we get
Good triers
Is good diers that's it, so I move
We showed and we proved
It's groove food
[Verse 7]
It's going on
You want to see knowledge born, see C Knowledge born
Before we fall victim with liquor
I ain't playin'
Meet me at the corner Murder and Adelphi
I bless you with some joints, the mental hollow points
We do it in the park, we do it in the park
We do it in the park, we do it in the park
I'm fluid after dark, in any sit-e-ation
My tools, jewels, the nation
That's how we bump
Written by: Digable Planets

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