[O-Dog]
You can't f*ck with 8, I said it before
It's that crazy muthaf*cka who's breaking it down to your core
I'm making muthaf*ckas, groove to the beat
So move on back as I bring the heat
Sluggin a 40, that's my booze
Cutting these fools on the one's and the two's
O-Dog, (Dog), is ahead of the show
Slammin the tables down yellin, Domino!
You can't f*ck wit dis, you can't f*ck wit dat
So tell these muthaf*ckas, to get the f*ck back
O's back on track, with these dope ass hits
Name another fool you know who spins and spits
I gets wicked, remember I'm the crazy one
The one who dresses all black, like a catholic nun
So why don't you, pass me a 40, so i can get groovin
Or whatever brew you got, just make sure that muthaf*ckas coolin'
But I only put a Milwaukee product in my mouth
So if you're drinking bud you need to get your dumbass out
It's a hometown thang, you can't drink that
So if you put that in my presense, you better be chinstraped
Always you'll be chin checked, shoulda known better
Stupid muthaf*cka, now put that shit in the shredder
Cuz anything's better than that
So brace yourselves as I twist the cap of my...
[Hook]
"40 Ounce in my lap and it's freezing my balls"
[O-Dog]
Verse 2, yeah im back up in dat ass
Hand in the cooler as I start to scratch
I'm cutting these fools, right out the mix
Rollin there asses up like some swisher sweet sticks, So bitch...
Please, You can't f*ck with deez, and you know that
Were loked out on the microphone, and we show that
So move back, as I come rollin in
Just got my ride and already pourin the juice and gin
But a fool like me doesn't like that fancy shit
I like some O.E., wit some swisher sweet sticks
And that's just, the flavor that I like
So if you got a brew in your hand, your doing alright
I don't drink my drinks like a bitch
I takes a big ass gulp of dat golden brown crisp
Tip it up!, so the bubbles hit the top
And since it's on O's lips it may be empty when it drops
You know that I can handle mine
Slug my brew down, and I"ll be just fine
I don't walk funny, I don't pass out
Stick my hand in the cooler, pick another one out
So when it comes to brew, I know what to do
Had my first swig of it at age 3 or 2
So does it matter if it's O.E., ST, or High Life?
Hell no loc, it it's cold...It's ight
[Hook]
Yeah, O-Doggy Dog!
Back on top of thangs, you know what I'm sayin
Droppin some of dat Funky Shit!
Yeah, Uh-huh
40 Ounce
And we out, BIATCH!
[Thanks to odogsfunk for adding these lyrics]
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[O-Dog]
You can't f*ck with 8, I said it before
It's that crazy muthaf*cka who's breaking it down to your core
I'm making muthaf*ckas, groove to the beat
So move on back as I bring the heat
Sluggin a 40, that's my booze
Cutting these fools on the one's and the two's
O-Dog, (Dog), is ahead of the show
Slammin the tables down yellin, Domino!
You can't f*ck wit dis, you can't f*ck wit dat
So tell these muthaf*ckas, to get the f*ck back
O's back on track, with these dope ass hits
Name another fool you know who spins and spits
I gets wicked, remember I'm the crazy one
The one who dresses all black, like a catholic nun
So why don't you, pass me a 40, so i can get groovin
Or whatever brew you got, just make sure that muthaf*ckas coolin'
But I only put a Milwaukee product in my mouth
So if you're drinking bud you need to get your dumbass out
It's a hometown thang, you can't drink that
So if you put that in my presense, you better be chinstraped
Always you'll be chin checked, shoulda known better
Stupid muthaf*cka, now put that shit in the shredder
Cuz anything's better than that
So brace yourselves as I twist the cap of my...
[Hook]
"40 Ounce in my lap and it's freezing my balls"
[O-Dog]
Verse 2, yeah im back up in dat ass
Hand in the cooler as I start to scratch
I'm cutting these fools, right out the mix
Rollin there asses up like some swisher sweet sticks, So bitch...
Please, You can't f*ck with deez, and you know that
Were loked out on the microphone, and we show that
So move back, as I come rollin in
Just got my ride and already pourin the juice and gin
But a fool like me doesn't like that fancy shit
I like some O.E., wit some swisher sweet sticks
And that's just, the flavor that I like
So if you got a brew in your hand, your doing alright
I don't drink my drinks like a bitch
I takes a big ass gulp of dat golden brown crisp
Tip it up!, so the bubbles hit the top
And since it's on O's lips it may be empty when it drops
You know that I can handle mine
Slug my brew down, and I"ll be just fine
I don't walk funny, I don't pass out
Stick my hand in the cooler, pick another one out
So when it comes to brew, I know what to do
Had my first swig of it at age 3 or 2
So does it matter if it's O.E., ST, or High Life?
Hell no loc, it it's cold...It's ight
[Hook]
Yeah, O-Doggy Dog!
Back on top of thangs, you know what I'm sayin
Droppin some of dat Funky Shit!
Yeah, Uh-huh
40 Ounce
And we out, BIATCH!
[Thanks to odogsfunk for adding these lyrics]
You can't f*ck with 8, I said it before
It's that crazy muthaf*cka who's breaking it down to your core
I'm making muthaf*ckas, groove to the beat
So move on back as I bring the heat
Sluggin a 40, that's my booze
Cutting these fools on the one's and the two's
O-Dog, (Dog), is ahead of the show
Slammin the tables down yellin, Domino!
You can't f*ck wit dis, you can't f*ck wit dat
So tell these muthaf*ckas, to get the f*ck back
O's back on track, with these dope ass hits
Name another fool you know who spins and spits
I gets wicked, remember I'm the crazy one
The one who dresses all black, like a catholic nun
So why don't you, pass me a 40, so i can get groovin
Or whatever brew you got, just make sure that muthaf*ckas coolin'
But I only put a Milwaukee product in my mouth
So if you're drinking bud you need to get your dumbass out
It's a hometown thang, you can't drink that
So if you put that in my presense, you better be chinstraped
Always you'll be chin checked, shoulda known better
Stupid muthaf*cka, now put that shit in the shredder
Cuz anything's better than that
So brace yourselves as I twist the cap of my...
[Hook]
"40 Ounce in my lap and it's freezing my balls"
[O-Dog]
Verse 2, yeah im back up in dat ass
Hand in the cooler as I start to scratch
I'm cutting these fools, right out the mix
Rollin there asses up like some swisher sweet sticks, So bitch...
Please, You can't f*ck with deez, and you know that
Were loked out on the microphone, and we show that
So move back, as I come rollin in
Just got my ride and already pourin the juice and gin
But a fool like me doesn't like that fancy shit
I like some O.E., wit some swisher sweet sticks
And that's just, the flavor that I like
So if you got a brew in your hand, your doing alright
I don't drink my drinks like a bitch
I takes a big ass gulp of dat golden brown crisp
Tip it up!, so the bubbles hit the top
And since it's on O's lips it may be empty when it drops
You know that I can handle mine
Slug my brew down, and I"ll be just fine
I don't walk funny, I don't pass out
Stick my hand in the cooler, pick another one out
So when it comes to brew, I know what to do
Had my first swig of it at age 3 or 2
So does it matter if it's O.E., ST, or High Life?
Hell no loc, it it's cold...It's ight
[Hook]
Yeah, O-Doggy Dog!
Back on top of thangs, you know what I'm sayin
Droppin some of dat Funky Shit!
Yeah, Uh-huh
40 Ounce
And we out, BIATCH!
[Thanks to odogsfunk for adding these lyrics]