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Bow Wow (That's My Name)

Snoop Dogg

Ooh, he the man" Thirteen, game lock, don't trip, all that and a bag of chips Hi! My name is Bow-wow-wow, yippie-yo, yippie-yay Where my dogs at? Bark with me now Bow-wow-wow, yippie-yo, yippie-yay And all my girls around the world That love how it's goin' down, say Bow-wow-wow, yippie-yo, yippie-yay Where my dogs at?

Dogs For Life

DMX

On 'til it's up Where's my dog? Uh, huh there's my dog Dog nigga what? On 'til it's up Where's my dog? Uh, huh there's my dog

Dogs For Life

DMX

Flesh of My Flesh, Blood of My Blood

1998

On 'til it's up Where's my dog? Uh, huh there's my dog Dog nigga what? On 'til it's up Where's my dog? Uh, huh there's my dog

Intro

DMX

It's Dark and Hell Is Hot

1998

What what Where my dogs at? Where my dogs at? What what Where my dogs at? Where my dogs at? What what Where my dogs at?

Dog Log

Phish

I've been walkin cross the log (I ran into Holdsworth!) Walkin cross the log I've been wonderin where Holdsworth done gone Where's my dog gone? Where's my dog gone? Where's my dog gone? Gone Gone Gone Gone Gone Gone Gone Gone Gone Gone Gone Gone

What A Shame

Rick Ross

What a shame, what a shame Shame on a nigga that tried to run game on a nigga This is it, boy Stacking money to the sky, getting rich, ha' Stacking bricks to the sky, this is it, ha' Where my dogs getting high getting rich, ha' A nigga rich, ha' Shame on a nigga who tried to run game on a nigga Pull a pistol, bang on a nigga Beamer on the Boulevard, everybody know it's me Bordeaux Polo, smoke a ton of weed No room for nonsense, you under new ownership Pulling niggas' cards, giving shooters bonuses Fuck the rumors, now I'm standing in a room with ya Face, gut, buck 50, got two pistols We the knights of the templar Born dopeboy, oh, I should've been stopped Def Jam see me as a threat now Hundred mill, any less is a let down This is it, boy Stacking money to the sky, getting rich, ha' Stacking bricks to the sky, this is it, ha' Where my dogs getting high getting rich, ha' A nigga rich, ha' Full magazine, bitch, shoot for the stars Snatch a nigga chain just to post it on the blog Assassinate a name, nigga spraying in the dark Hate you with a passion, but he asking for a job Shame on a nigga that tried to run game on a nigga Pull a pistol, bang on a nigga Getting money while them other boys bitter I'm an artist and my niggas are the realest What a shame pussy niggas wear glitter Put to sleep by the pillowcase killer Black Benz, black weed, black bottle, nigga Rich, dirty niggas still mobbing, nigga This is it, boy Stacking money to the sky, getting rich, ha' Stacking bricks to the sky, this is it, ha' Where my dogs getting high getting rich, ha' A nigga rich, ha' This is it, boy Stacking money to the sky, getting rich, ha' Stacking bricks to the sky, this is it, ha' Where my dogs getting high getting rich, ha' A nigga rich, ha'

What a Shame

Rick Ross

Mastermind

2014

What a shame, what a shame Shame on a nigga that tried to run game on a nigga This is it, boy Stacking money to the sky, getting rich, ha' Stacking bricks to the sky, this is it, ha' Where my dogs getting high getting rich, ha' A nigga rich, ha' Shame on a nigga who tried to run game on a nigga Pull a pistol, bang on a nigga Beamer on the Boulevard, everybody know it's me Bordeaux Polo, smoke a ton of weed No room for nonsense, you under new ownership Pulling niggas' cards, giving shooters bonuses Fuck the rumors, now I'm standing in a room with ya Face, gut, buck 50, got two pistols We the knights of the templar Born dopeboy, oh, I should've been stopped Def Jam see me as a threat now Hundred mill, any less is a let down This is it, boy Stacking money to the sky, getting rich, ha' Stacking bricks to the sky, this is it, ha' Where my dogs getting high getting rich, ha' A nigga rich, ha' Full magazine, bitch, shoot for the stars Snatch a nigga chain just to post it on the blog Assassinate a name, nigga spraying in the dark Hate you with a passion, but he asking for a job Shame on a nigga that tried to run game on a nigga Pull a pistol, bang on a nigga Getting money while them other boys bitter I'm an artist and my niggas are the realest What a shame pussy niggas wear glitter Put to sleep by the pillowcase killer Black Benz, black weed, black bottle, nigga Rich, dirty niggas still mobbing, nigga This is it, boy Stacking money to the sky, getting rich, ha' Stacking bricks to the sky, this is it, ha' Where my dogs getting high getting rich, ha' A nigga rich, ha' This is it, boy Stacking money to the sky, getting rich, ha' Stacking bricks to the sky, this is it, ha' Where my dogs getting high getting rich, ha' A nigga rich, ha'

X-Ecutioner Style

Black Thought

Studio Collection 2000-2012

2013

Shut up Shut up Shut up Shut up Shut up Shut up Shut up Shut up I'm about to Wasn't that fun, let's try something else, else, else, else Forty five caliber killa but outta the filla Dela villa gonna show y'all brothers how you not a gorilla Smooth talking fully automatic weapon concilla Taste thriller, break thriller, lets hit em' with the Godzilla Filthy stinkin' standin' on solid ground Still be sinkin' submerging and the parks Still be Linkin' pluck beef when its starts Fuck what your thinking, its not a mirage I'm in a mother fuckin' tractor from out of the garage With an if through the duck, but it's hard to dodge In the back of that spine where my dogs' lie Gonna flip it straight up rippin' apart ya squad X to the excutioner style, cuts and blends Like a syringe hangin' you from each of ya limbs See me comin' through ya party hard Without no bodyguard Smoking something stompin on each of ya Tims I'm the be to the L the A the see king And when it come to planning the thought to keep thinking man Shut up Shut up Shut up Shut up Shut up Shut up Shut up Shut up

Bow Wow (That's My Name)

Snoop Dogg

The Source Hip-Hop Music Awards 2001 [Clean]

2001

Ooh, he the man" Thirteen, game lock, don't trip, all that and a bag of chips Hi! My name is Bow-wow-wow, yippie-yo, yippie-yay Where my dogs at? Bark with me now Bow-wow-wow, yippie-yo, yippie-yay And all my girls around the world That love how it's goin' down, say Bow-wow-wow, yippie-yo, yippie-yay Where my dogs at?

X-Ecutioner Style

Black Thought

Reanimation [LP]

2002

Shut up Shut up Shut up Shut up Shut up Shut up Shut up Shut up I'm about to Wasn't that fun, let's try something else, else, else, else Forty five caliber killa but outta the filla Dela villa gonna show y'all brothers how you not a gorilla Smooth talking fully automatic weapon concilla Taste thriller, break thriller, lets hit em' with the Godzilla Filthy stinkin' standin' on solid ground Still be sinkin' submerging and the parks Still be Linkin' pluck beef when its starts Fuck what your thinking, its not a mirage I'm in a mother fuckin' tractor from out of the garage With an if through the duck, but it's hard to dodge In the back of that spine where my dogs' lie Gonna flip it straight up rippin' apart ya squad X to the excutioner style, cuts and blends Like a syringe hangin' you from each of ya limbs See me comin' through ya party hard Without no bodyguard Smoking something stompin on each of ya Tims I'm the be to the L the A the see king And when it come to planning the thought to keep thinking man Shut up Shut up Shut up Shut up Shut up Shut up Shut up Shut up

Bring Out The Worst

DMX

What? Where my dogs at? (Where my dogs at?) Where my dogs at? (Where my dogs at?) What? (Where my dogs at?)

Intro

DJ Clue?

The Professional, Pt. 2

2000

What what Where my dogs at? Uh Where my dogs at? What what Where my dogs at? Uh Where my dogs at? What what Where my dogs at?

They All Went to Mexico

Willie Nelson

Where's my pal, where's my friend All good things must have an end Sad things and nothings On and on they go I guess he went to Mexico Chorus: They all went to Mexico Buenas dias, got to go Tengo que obedecer Mi corazon They all went to Mexico Where's my mule, where's my dray Straw hat's packed up and gone away Mule don't go north and dray go slow They both went to Mexico Where's my sweetie, where's the face That lit dark corners every place She put up with me long time you know And then she had to go to Mexico Chorus where's my brown dog, where's my hound He liked my truck he hung around But he's a canine romeo And I guess he went to Mexico Where's that woman so sweet, so mean Her heart was cautious her mind was keen She was always looking for the peccadillo I hope she went to Mexico Chorus Where's December's happy crew With German bikes and sidecars too They take the truck south to St.

They All Went to Mexico

Carlos Santana

Havana Moon

1983

Where's my pal, where's my friend All good things must have an end Sad things and nothings On and on they go I guess he went to Mexico Chorus: They all went to Mexico Buenas dias, got to go Tengo que obedecer Mi corazon They all went to Mexico Where's my mule, where's my dray Straw hat's packed up and gone away Mule don't go north and dray go slow They both went to Mexico Where's my sweetie, where's the face That lit dark corners every place She put up with me long time you know And then she had to go to Mexico Chorus where's my brown dog, where's my hound He liked my truck he hung around But he's a canine romeo And I guess he went to Mexico Where's that woman so sweet, so mean Her heart was cautious her mind was keen She was always looking for the peccadillo I hope she went to Mexico Chorus Where's December's happy crew With German bikes and sidecars too They take the truck south to St.

Intro

DMX

It's Dark and Hell Is Hot

1998

What what Where my dogs at? Where my dogs at? What what Where my dogs at? Where my dogs at? What what Where my dogs at?

No Complaints

Beck

The Information

2006

We are aimless And our target is an empty wall We're out of patience With smiles that cut across her face No complaints But I wish I had my top of my brain I'd like to walk But the sun doesn't know we're awake We're in spaceships Take a visit to the Pyranees Paid vacations Send a brochure from the agency No complaints But my girlfriend dug a ditch in my room Walking papers and a hole Straight out from my shoes No complaints But it's harder To believe in the truth She'll write a message On a billboard And I'll send it to you We feel painless Check the status on the info line In some ways tainted Radiation from the factory No complaints But it's overrated, that's for sure Take a bus back From Little Rock, Arkansas Or Modesto That's where my dog comes from*

They All Went to Mexico

Willie Nelson

Typisch Tachtig!

2001

Where's my pal, where's my friend All good things must have an end Sad things and nothings On and on they go I guess he went to Mexico Chorus: They all went to Mexico Buenas dias, got to go Tengo que obedecer Mi corazon They all went to Mexico Where's my mule, where's my dray Straw hat's packed up and gone away Mule don't go north and dray go slow They both went to Mexico Where's my sweetie, where's the face That lit dark corners every place She put up with me long time you know And then she had to go to Mexico Chorus where's my brown dog, where's my hound He liked my truck he hung around But he's a canine romeo And I guess he went to Mexico Where's that woman so sweet, so mean Her heart was cautious her mind was keen She was always looking for the peccadillo I hope she went to Mexico Chorus Where's December's happy crew With German bikes and sidecars too They take the truck south to St.

Get At Me Dog [Single Version]

DMX

The Best of DMX

2010

(Yeah, I'm right here, dog) where my dogs at? (We right here, dog) where my dogs at? (I'm right here, dog) What must I go through to show you shit is real?

Get At Me Dog

DMX

MTV Presents Def Jam: Let the People Speak

2001

(Yeah, I'm right here, dog) where my dogs at? (We right here, dog) where my dogs at? (I'm right here, dog) What must I go through to show you shit is real?

Oh Where Oh Where Has My Little Dog Gone?

Cedarmont Kids

Oh where, oh where has my little dog gone? Oh where, oh where can he be? With his ears cut short and his tail cut long Oh where, oh where can he be?

Dysentery Gary

blink-182

Enema of the State / Take Off Your Pants and Jacket / Blink-182

2011

Got a lotta heartache He's a fucking weasel His issues make my mind ache Want to make a deal 'Cause I love your little motions You do with your pigtails What a nice creation Worth another night in jail He's a player, diarrhea giver Tried to grow his hair out When friends were listening to Slayer I would like to find him Friday night Hanging out with mom and trying on his father's tights Life just sucks, I lost the one, I'm giving up, she found someone There's plenty more, girls are such a drag So all you little ladies Be sure to choose the right guys You'll come back to me maybe I'll shower you with lies Got a lotta heartache He's a fucking weasel Decisions make my mind ache Want to make a deal Ease away the problems and the pain The girl chose the one guy who makes you want to kick and scream All along, you wish that she would stay Fuck the guy who took and ran away He's a player, diarrhea giver Tried to grow his hair out When friends were listening to slayer I would like to find him Friday night Hanging out with mom and trying on his father's tights Life just sucks, I lost the one, I'm giving up, she found someone There's plenty more, girls are such a drag Fuck this place, I lost the war I hate you all, your mom's a whore Where's my dog?

Get At Me Dog [Album Version]

Sheek

(Yeah, I'm right here, dog) where my dogs at? (We right here, dog) where my dogs at? (I'm right here, dog) What must I go through to show you shit is real?

Bow Wow Wow

Bow Wow Wow

Hair nappy but I'm happy Pocket full of dough From the C-O representing So So The girls recognize and these niggas do too I'm the fliest thing walking through Jr. high school So make room next to your little backstreet poster Cause bow wow's here and it's over Ya heard I'm this I'm that I'm all of the above And a big body shotgun riding on dubs I've been seen with the baddest Heard with the best And I got it locked down from the east to the west Look in my eyes y'all know I ain't playing That's why all through the streets all I'm hearing niggas saying is Bow wow wow yippie yo yippie yea Where my dogs at bark wit me now Bow wow wow yippie yo yippie yea And all my girls around the way that love how it's going down say Bow wow wow yippie yo yippie yea Where my dogs at bark wit me now Bow wow wow yippie yo yippie yea And all the girls around the way that love how it's going down Now that the gate's wide open it is I who They running from Little with the ill crossover Like Iverson in 2k My way I'm the first to rock First to drop Nice and embezzled of a g-shop Like Big and Pac I'm hard to forget What makes it even worse I'm just getting started Yeah that's me That's got your daughter in a frenzy Yeah that's me That's got her arguing with her friends About who gone get me when they see me Saying do you see him ooh he the man 13 Game lock Don't trip All that in a bag of chips Hi my name is Bow wow wow yippie yo yippie yea Where my dogs at bark wit me now Bow wow wow yippie yo yippie yea And all my girls around the way that love how it's going downsay Bow wow wow yippie yo yippie yea Where my dogs at bark wit me now Bow wow wow yippie yo yippie yea And all the girls around the way that love how it's going down Bow wow wow yippie yo yippie yea Woof motherfucker That dog game to play Calgon calgon take me away I'm in the dirty dirty with my nephew J Dizzy izzy boy we getting bizzy With little Bow wizzy This shit is off the heezy I threw him like a frisbee Yeah he came back Like a boomerang Dog pound gang Hundred thousand dollar chains What you say JD Bling bling Money ain't a thang You ask me again I'm a tell you the same I'm flipping on these niggas While I'm tripping on these niggas Buck 1, Buck 2, Buck 3, Buck 4 You standing on a wall Nigga bust a But you can't trust her That's good game You all my niggas Represent your thang Put it up Now click clack it up And all them hoes back it up We do it to you doggie style Big Bow Wow in your mouth Bow Wow Bow wow wow yippie yo yippie yea Where my dogs at bark wit me now Bow wow wow yippie yo yippie yea And all my girls around the way that love how it's going down say Bow wow wow yippie yo yippie yea Where my dogs at bark wit me now Bow wow wow yippie yo yippie yea And all the girls around the way that love how it's going down

Where the Hood At [Radio Edit]

DMX

The Source Presents: Hip Hop Hits, Vol. 7

2003

Don't want me havin' no patience, turn into more patients More trips to ICU 'cause I see you Trying to get away with things a real wouldn't do Where my dogs at? (Right here) You see them? (Right where?) Get 'em, boys (right there) That's how we do (alright) Yeah, this is for my dogs (yo), this is for my dogs (uh) Yo, where we at, baby? 12345678910»61216 12345»61216

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