Tim Dog — Patriotic Pimp

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...