Patriotic Pimp - Tim Dog

I’m a rebel, a stone not a pebble

But some say that’s a sign of a devil

They don’t want hard rap on the radio

They say they won’t play me no, but then it’s a maybe-so

They want records that’s not too black

Well if it ain’t black then the shit is wack

I’m as commercial as commercial can get

I’m Tim Dog and I’m full in effect

I get diamonds, furs, ride in Benzes

I hate the girls who wear contact lenses

Or extensions, but not too mention

You see a lot at the rap conventions

I’m an ego-trip, yeah I’m conceited

What you got I sure as hell don’t need it

I have everything my heart desire

And if I didn’t then I’d be a liar

I’m a thousand-word picture

Try to step to me, watch whatcha get ya

Full of and real

I step off with all the bitches

I’m large… yeah

I’m large… yeah

I’m large… yeah

I’m Dog, for those that know me

And if you should and you don’t, you won’t

I crash and bash and smash and trash, step in my path

Homeboy, I’ma eat your ass

I’m a pit, some call me Cujo

Give me respect I suggest you do so

I proclaim the game to fame and aim, remain the same

Yo what the fuck is my name?

Tim Dog and don’t forget it

All you bitches I know that you’re with it

I’m a grow and show the broken flow

Come squeeze a hoe and make some dumbass dough

I’m gettin' large by minute and sec

And come correct in full-effect

Some ask the question why did you make it

Because I knew the radio wouldn’t play this

I made a record that I can implore to, avoid to

And the girls can enjoy too

I’m Dog, rap Lord Prime Minister sinister

I let you know the fuck, when it’s the time

To rhyme mine, define, hide behind the line

But in due time, hear the rhyme

Hypo-nitro, might go, past go

Words continue to flow at a ratio

Of speed, like Apollo Creed

You get jabbed with a metaphor rap

Compare me, dare me, stare me, wear and tear me

Tryin' to scare me but you can’t even scan me

Who the hell is better than me?

Well is it Dog or G-O-D?

I’m a go-getter, ride a Jeep not a Jetta

But if your girl wanna hang then let her

I’ll bone that hoe I swear

And send her home with some dog hairs

I’m quite ill, but quite blunt

Suckers a pull a stunt, you know ya front

When you see my nine comin' out the leather strap

Boy you better step back

I’m large… yeah baby

I’m large… uh

I’m large… you don’t wanna fuck with me baby

I’m large… yeah this is just something for the systems

All the motherfuckin' mack-daddies out there that got all the bitches on your

dick

Makin' crazy cash and you know you got it going on

So whenever some ol' stank dirty hoe bitch tryin' to play you out

Just call up those famous words from Tim Dog

I’m large…