Doggz II lyrics

[Intro: Redman]
Yo
Yeah

[Chorus: DMX & Redman]
Where my dogs at? (Yo)
Where my dogs at?
Where my dogs at? (Yo, yo, yo)
Where my dogs at?

[Verse 1: Redman]
Who them n*ggas that'll roll up to your front door, hand on the pump? (Them dogs, n*gga)
Kick down your door, and pull out the four, and lay n*ggas down 'fore your man getting jumped (Yo, everybody, yo, motherf*cking get low)
What kind of n*gga drunk off that liquor high as hell with they hands in b*tches' drawers?
What kind of n*gga fit that description that I'm talking 'bout hardcore n*ggas brawl?
And I'm a dog with lockjaw, on the double R, my squad can't be knocked off, we dogs

[Chorus: DMX & Redman]
Where my dogs at? (Yeah)
Where my dogs at?
Where my dogs at? (Yeah)
Where my dogs at?
Where my dogs at? (The Virginia dogs)
Where my dogs at? (Cincinnati dogs)
Where my dogs at? (Chicago dogs)
Where my dogs at?
[Verse 2: Redman]
What kind of n*gga that'll steal your car at night as soon as you turn off the light?
Yeah
Pop that steering wheel, hit the club like a quarter 'til, wait 'til a victim get caught in the height (Ain't that high, though?)
What kind of n*gga that'll f*ck your girl gorilla style, ass in the air?
Yo
When I c*m, she c*m, she asleep, I'm in the safe where boyfriend stashed the cake, and I'm out of here
I know you're not prepared, Doc pop the flares for the n*ggas under the stairs, we true dogs

[Chorus: DMX & Redman]
Where my dogs at?
Where my dogs at? (Yeah)
Where my dogs at?
Where my dogs at?
Where my dogs at?
Where my dogs at? (Jersey dogs)
Where my dogs at? (My California dogs)
Where my dogs at?

[Verse 3: Redman]
What kind of n*gga that'll do a bid and come home doing the same thing again?
Yo
That kind of n*gga that'll search for that b*tch-ass n*gga that ratted him in
Yo
What kind of n*gga keep his mind on his money, music, not b*tches at all? (We don't love them hoes)
That kind of n*gga that don't care about your ice or VIP, you getting robbed
So take it off right now, pack my dogs, f*ck who, I'm assaulting now, we true dogs
[Chorus: DMX & Redman]
Where my dogs at? (Yeah)
Where my dogs at?
Where my dogs at?
Where my dogs at? (Yeah)
Where my dogs at? (Canada dogs)
Where my dogs at?
Where my dogs at?
Where my dogs at?
Where my dogs at? (Yeah)
Where my dogs at? (Baltimore dogs)
Where my dogs at? (Yeah)
Where my dogs at?
Where my dogs at? (South Carolina dogs)
Where my dogs at? (North Carolina dogs)
Where my dogs at? (Yeah)
Where my dogs at? (Yeah)

[Outro: Redman]
Alabama dogs
Dirty
Brick City
Jers', Jers'
Yeah
Can't forget them Ohio dogs out there
[Skit: Nasty Naj, Sheena, & Redman]
WKYA
This is Nasty Naj on WKYA, Kicking Yo' Ass Radio
We 'bout to get into that drug traffic report and see where it's popping at
I got the first caller on the line
Caller, what's your name and where you calling from?
Ayy, this is Sheena hollering out that College Park, Georgia, you know what I'm saying, shorty?
No doubt, dirty South, dirty South
Ayy, man, they selling a whole lot of coke out this motherf*cker
And the feds is going crazy
And the weed out here dry as hell, could y'all please send me some of that fire so we can get this sh*t crunk down here?
You heard first right here on WKYA, they trying to get it crunk down in College Park
Somebody send some of that fire down there
Let me hear your gunshots bucking, and Sheena, tell 'em what radio station you representing
Ayy, WKYA, Kicking Yo' Ass Radio
Okay, next caller
Ayo, this is Chester and sh*t
And I'm out here in the bricks
Out here on 19th and 13th Avenue
And it's a lot of weed being sold out here
N— Not a lot of coke, not a lot of dope, though
But a lot of motherf*cking marijuana
Dimes, nickels, twent— Ayy, b*tch
Ayy, I told you, you better give me my money when— I'ma kick your a—
Fifties, hundreds, all that, hydro, all that good sh*t out here on 13th Avenue, yo
Tell 'em your radio station
Oh, oh, oh, yeah, no doubt
WKYA's the station, motherf*ckers