Lyrical Breakdown of D.O.G.S. - A Journey through Words and Rhymes

Welcome to the detailed analysis of "D.O.G.S." on Lazyjot. Here, we unravel the lyrical complexity and artistic brilliance that define this iconic song.

Lyric Overview: Witness how Redman weaves words into powerful emotions and vivid imagery. From intricate rhyme schemes to compelling storytelling, every line in "D.O.G.S." is a testament to masterful songwriting.
Rhyme and Rhythm Analysis: Our Lazyjot editor highlights the ingenious use of multi-syllabic rhymes and the rhythm pattern that Redman employs. Understand the construction of each verse and how it contributes to the song's overall impact.
Syllable Pattern Insights: Dive deeper into the structural elements of the lyrics. See how the syllable count varies across the song, adding a unique rhythm and flow to Redman's narrative.

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Ha ha ha, tokin' on my indo, smokin' on a indo

Lookin' through your window

Doin' what I win doe, ha ha, ha it goes

Who that tokin' on my indo?

Fragile niggaz get mashed out, who dat?

The Funk D O C Spock hash mouth rhymer

The Prime Timer, sharper than barber shop liners

Look at my chin, ninety degree bent

When I spit I make devils come out east St. Loren

I spend so much money on chalk and the indo

My weed supplier need to build a drive through window

My form of art rock, jewels with Clarks

When my bass sparks for fiends it disturbs the NARC's

Freak pattern after pattern to leave Angeles Los

The roughest rapper a DJ needle came across

Knock it in your hummer; if it's too hot dial 9-1-1

Off on you like I know what you did last summer

Your dog is my dog, we dogs when it's thug time

When the fuckin' hoes keep that drow in your bloodline

Yo, I send this to all my, dog

To my real niggaz that are true, dog

Niggaz who will bust guns for they, dog

Niggaz who will spit ones for they, dog

Niggaz who be rollin' deep with they, dog

Niggaz who blaze blunts with they, dog

Niggaz who would do time for they, dog

Niggaz who would diss a bitch for they, dog

Yo, I'm a dog I piss on the wall in airport bathroom stalls

Grab the intercom and yell, fuck you in the mall

I drop it with the holocaust force, I got balls

I get my pants fitted twelve inches bigger than y'all

I went to college, rockin' tie one below outfits

Dropped out, but stuck my friends for college deposits

Nigga, get a country nigga gun bustin'

Like they saw Tu Pac with two glocks still thuggin'

Fuckin' with a dog like me, I call your name out

While you pussy niggaz call ID, when I blaze

You step life your wife got a baby on the way

The way I flex son you think I'm made out of clay

I'm ill in, my lyrics on the blocks make the killings

I string your moms out until diapers take to chillin'

I don't like to toot my own horn but I'm the shit

And if you hearin' me I see you paid that twelve cent

So peace to homey Short dog

Peace to that funky nigga Snoop dog

Peace to that old nigga Dirt dog

Pour some beer out on the curb for your dead dog

You can call a female a dog too, true

You can feed they stinkin' ass u-canu-bu, dog

They fuck your enemies and bring the beef to you

You got me, I left a couple in your Fubu

A real raw dog never get jealous

They keep they shit cocked if niggaz try to dead 'em

So ask face, keep your mind on your money

I keep the stinkin' ass hoes doin' laundry dog

'Cause I'm a dog

Dog